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   Synopsis : The sexual awakening of a young girl from age 6 to 15.  She
learns about sex with a neighborhood boy, experiments with sex with her
Dad, seduces two of her teachers, and teaches her older brothers a thing or
two about sex.  Later she seduces her friend, and finally makes it with the
gym coach.  It is technically unfinished ATM.

   Disclaimer : Copyright by the author.  Permission is granted to archive,
repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the
author.  This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  This story is all made
up.  It was written in about fifteen minutes, so don't expect Gone With the
Wind.



   --==+==-

   Cherry Baby 1 : Cherry Baby





   Cherry Barton was miffed.  Her nose was out of joint.  Way out.  Her
brothers were driving her crazy.  She had no real use for boys, thanks to
those two.  She sat in a swing in the swing-set in the back yard, and
pouted.  The two little jerks had kidnapped her favorite doll, and were
holding it for ransom.  Allowance ransom, their favorite.  And when she
told her mother, her mother had told her she was tired of this crap, and to
deal with the problem herself.  Think of a way, she'd said.  Cherry was now
deep in thought, swinging, and thinking.

   She heard a noise.  She looked to the neighbors' back yard, and there
was Bob, her neighbor's son, cleaning out a shed in the back.  Cherry liked
him.  She had called him Bo when she was little, and still did.  He seemed
to like her.  She had no idea how old he was, probably thirteen or
fourteen. Way older than her.  She finally left the swing-set, and went to
the fence, and watched him.

   He finally noticed her, and came over.  "Hey, little girl, how you
doin'," he said, and they talked for a while.  She told him the whole sad
story about her doll's capture and imprisonment, and the impending doom of
her allowance.  Surprisingly, about this time, her two brothers traipsed in
the back yard, giggling.

   "Hey!  Come here!" said Bo, loudly, and the two boys came over.  Bo
regarded them with his steely gaze.  "Give this girl her doll back, or I
will have to come over there and deal with you two.  And don't be stealing
her allowance any more, or I will pound you both severely."

   The boys were penitent, and lied out their asses about stealing the
doll. Bo insisted that they return the doll, and finally Rex went off in
search of it, remembering aloud that he had just seen it a while ago. 
Yeah, I bet, thought Cherry.  Liars.

   At last her doll was returned, and all thoughts of financial coercion
were put aside.  The boys meekly retired, probably to plot a new kind of
evil, Cherry figured.

   "Anyway, thanks.  What'cha doin', Bo?" Cherry asked.

   "Just cleanin' out this old shed, my Dad said I could have it for a
clubhouse or whatever if I throw all this crap away." He indicated the pile
of junk in front of it.  "It has a light in it and everything.  Come around
and look."

   Cherry made her way out the gate into the alley, and back into the
Smith's yard.  Bob showed her the shed, and she helped him sweep it out,
and then they went and got some lawn chairs in the garage and placed them
in the shed.  Bo closed the door and turned on the light, and he was right,
it was pretty cool in there.  She followed him back into his house, and he
got some posters to put on the wall, and a stack of magazines and a
portable radio.  They decorated the walls, after yet another trip back into
the house for tape.

   "Where is everybody?" asked Cherry, noticing how quiet and empty his
house was.

   "They all went to the fair in Lanksford.  I spent the night with Ernie
and didn't get up in time.  No biggie."

   "When will they be back?"

   "Dunno, probably tonight sometime.  It's a pretty good drive."

   When they got back out in the shed, Bo, half-embarrassedly, pulled some
centerfolds out of the stack of mostly Playboy magazines he'd brought, and
Cherry helped him tape them to the walls.  She giggled at the naked girls,
and examined them closely.

   "You ever think that you'll look like that someday?" Bo said, and Cherry
shook her head.

   "Naw, I won't, I don't have hair down there," she pointed to one of the
girls, who had a nice bush of pubic hair.

   Bo laughed.  "Cherry, darlin', you will, someday.  Doesn't your Mom?"

   Cherry shook her head.  "I dunno, I never seen her mouse."

   "Mouse?" Bo burst into fresh laughter.  "Is that what you guys call it?
A mouse?"

   "Well, yeah," said Cherry.  "What do you call it?"

   "Uh...  pussy, I guess." Bo looked thoughtful.  "My Dad calls it a cunt,
but my Mom would freak if she heard me say that."

   Yes, thought Cherry.  Cunt is a bad word.  She'd seen a boy at school
get his butt busted bad for saying cunt.  Judging by the teacher's
reaction, it was pretty bad.  She'd always remembered it, just in case she
needed a really bad word for some reason.

   "Do you really think I'll look like that?" she said, staring at the
naked flesh in front of her.

   "Yeah, probably, I mean, look at your mom.  She's a fox.  I'd...  I'd do
her..."

   "You'd do her what?"

   "You know...  do her..."

   Cherry didn't know, but she let it pass.  She was slightly reassured,
though, and took it as a good sign that he thought she'd be pretty when she
grew up.

   "You...  you are pretty foxy yourself, now..." he said.  "I mean, for a
little girl...  you are cute and kinda...  kinda sexy..."

   She wasn't sure what that really meant, but it sounded complimentary. 
She smiled at him and laughed.

   He pulled another magazine out of the stack, and carefully pulled the
centerfold out.  This one was a little different, she decided, when he got
it taped up.  In this one the girl wasn't quite so made up, but what really
stood out was the position she was in.  Her legs were spread wide, and her
hands were down there, at her mouse, spreading it wide apart.  Cherry
waited until Bo got it all taped up, and then moved over to examine it
critically.  The girl was pretty, no doubt about that...  but what was all
that stuff down there?  Pink fleshy stuff...

   "Like that?" said Bo, conversationally.

   "I guess..." said Cherry.  "Why is she doing that?"

   "Just so people can see it, I guess," said Bo.

   "I guess," she said.

   "You ever show anybody yours like that?" he idly asked, watching her
closely.

   "Naw...  who'd wanna see it?" she halfway laughed.

   He was silent for a moment.  Then he said, "Me, for one..."

   She turned and looked at him.  Had she gotten that right?  He'd like to
see her mouse, like that?

   "Bo...  I'm just a little girl...  I'm not old enough for...  for sex
stuff..."

   He laughed.  "Darlin', you're never too young to have a little fun.  It
wouldn't be sex.  Just looking?  Or touching?  It wouldn't be like real
sex. And it would feel good."

   "I dunno," she finally said, turning back to the poster.  "You got any
more of these?"



   --==+==-

   They spent the next half hour sitting side by side, and going through
the magazine that the pin-up had come from.  It was very interesting to
Cherry.  And the funniest part of all was the name of the magazine, it was
almost the same as her name.  Barely two pages in was an advertisement that
featured a naked man.  A huge naked man.

   "Bo," she finally said.  "Is that what you look like?"

   He laughed.  "No, I'm not nearly...  that large...  I mean, it kinda
looks like that, but not nearly that big.  That's just for the ad, though,
that might be trick photography or something."

   A few pages further in was even more interesting.  A man, with one of
those enormous things, was pushing it into a girl's mouse.  Cherry took the
magazine from Bo, and examined it closely, since the picture wasn't very
large.

   "What are they doing?" she finally asked.

   "They are...  having sex, Cherry," Bo finally said.  He seemed kind of
unsure how to explain it to her.  "My dad would say they are fucking."

   Fuck.  Now that was another word that Cherry knew was powerful and bad,
just plain bad.  She'd actually heard her own Dad say it, once, when he hit
his thumb with a hammer.  And she'd seen how hard her Mom came down on him
for saying it in front of her and her brothers.  Yes, she kept that one in
reserve, also.  Powerful words.

   "Does that hurt her?" she finally asked.  Bo laughed again.

   "No, it feels really good.  Really, really good.  Cherry.  You never
played with yourself, down there?"

   Played with herself?  Like with dolls?  Nope, haven't done that.  She
shook her head.

   "Really," he said.  "You never touched yourself, your...  mouse?"

   Well, that.  She nodded.  Yes, she'd touched herself.  Many times. 
Often.  Every night, almost, after she went to bed.  She giggled, and
nodded.  They continued through the magazine.  Finally, there was a series
of photos that showed the whole process.  The man's big stiff thing, going
into the woman.  Bo must have been right, it did look like the woman was
enjoying it, although at times she might have been in pain.

   "Cherry," Bo said.  "Cherry, this is what makes babies."

   "Babies?  Makes babies?" she was puzzled.

   "Yes.  A man and a woman do this, and then a year later or so, a baby is
born.  You didn't know that?"

   "Nope." How interesting.  This?  This made babies?  Her Mom and Dad did
this, to make her?  She could hardly believe that.  She'd seen them kiss
before, but that was about all.  They had gotten naked, and her Dad had put
his big thing inside her mom?  Her dad's thing was that big?  Where did he
keep it in his pants, if it was that big?  Good grief.

   "Cherry," Bo said, his voice low and husky.  "Let me see your mouse. 
Let me touch it, just for a minute."

   She regarded him from a foot away.  Well, that was unexpected, she
thought.  Though not really, considering what they were doing, looking at
naked girls.  She idly thumbed to the next page.  Another naked man, with a
huge...  thing.

   "Bo.  What is that called?" She pointed to the man's organ.

   "Uhm.  The proper name is penis.  Some people say weenie.  I call it a
dick, and my Dad calls it a cock."

   "And those things?" She pointed at the funny hangy-down things beneath
it.

   "Uhm, testercles or something.  We call them balls."

   Balls.  That was funny.  They did kind of look like balls.  Cherry
faintly heard her mother calling her.  She jumped down from the chair.

   "I gotta go, but I'll be back.  Don't go nowhere," she said, wanting
what they were doing to continue.

   "Cherry.  Don't tell them where you are, they might not like you being
in here alone with me."

   "Okay," she said, although she wondered why they'd care.  She darted out
the door, and into her back yard, through the yard and up the stairs and
into the kitchen.

   Her Mom regarded her.  "Cherry.  I'm going shopping with Missus Vale. 
Be good for your father, please."

   Cherry nodded, and saw her Mom off.  She located her dad, on the couch,
half-asleep, watching football.  Boring.

   "Dad," He looked at her, and back at the screen.  "I'm going to
Francesca's.  Don't worry 'bout me."

   He nodded his head.  She ran down the steps and back out into the alley,
and was back in Bo's clubhouse in a few seconds.  He was sitting in the
chair with the magazine in his lap.

   "Made it," she said.  "All okay."

   She reached for the magazine.  He still held it in his lap, though.

   "Cherry," he said.  "I want to show you something."

   She nodded, and he slowly lifted the magazine, and placed it in her lap.
There, in his lap, sticking out of his pants, was the cutest little
miniature version of what they'd been looking at in the magazine.  Oh, she
thought, that's it.  That's his...  what did he say?  Peney?  Dick?  Cock?
For some reason she liked cock the best.  She just sat and stared at the
pink flesh.  It looked soft, and hard at the same time.  It stuck up from
his lap, and she could see those two soft ball things below it.

   "Cherry," he said, his voice low.  "You can touch it if you wish."

   She did wish, but she didn't want to appear too eager, for some reason.
She finally, hesitantly reached her hand over, and placed it on him.  Ah,
she thought, it is hard.  Hard, and soft.  She curled her hand around it
like a handle, and wiggled it.

   "Oh yeah," he said, "Do that."

   She did it some more, and then he finally showed her how to jack her
hand up and down with it.  He really seemed to like that.  She finally let
go of it, and felt of his balls.  They were soft and had a few hairs on
them.  She cupped them gently in her hands, and jiggled them a bit.

   He took the magazine, and showed her a picture of a girl with a man's
cock in her mouth.  There were lots of pictures like that in the back.

   "Cherry," said Bo, "You think you want to try that?"

   She did, but she didn't.  She wanted to play a while more, and she did,
rubbing the soft top of Bo's cock, and jacking it a little more.

   "Cherry," Bo said again, "Just get down on your knees in front of me."

   She did, obedient as ever.  She regarded his cock from inches away,
still playing with it.

   "Cherry," he was a little more insistent.  "In your mouth, darling."

   She finally reached out, and gave it a quick slurp, on the tip of it,
where some wet stuff already was.  It seemed to have no taste to her. 
Good. She finally leaned in, and cupped the tip of his cock in her lips,
sucking slightly.  He moaned, and she giggled.  She pulled the whole thing
in her mouth, sucking it down, sucking hard on it.  She had guessed right,
he moaned again.  He was liking that.

   She felt his hands gently touch her on the back of her head, and guide
her head up and down.  His cock slid in and out of her mouth, and she liked
the sensation.  She was having fun for some reason, she wasn't sure why. 
Just doing stuff like this, naughty stuff, was fun.  She wondered what her
brothers would think if they saw her doing this to Bo.  She idly wondered
what her brother's cocks looked like.  Bo's wasn't very big, compared to
the men in that magazine.  She figured her brother's were even smaller.

   She reached up with her hand, and cupped his balls again.  He moaned
again, and asked her to suck harder.  She did, but then suddenly he stopped
her, and pulled her head up.  His cock slid from her mouth, and she looked
up at him in surprise.

   "Darling," he said.  "You were doing great.  It's just that I'm about to
cum.  I don't wanna scare you.  I didn't think I should cum in your mouth,
this early."

   "Come?" she asked, puzzled.

   "Yeah," he said.  "Cum.  The stuff that makes babies.  Here."

   He picked up the magazine, and thumbed through it.  He showed her a page
where a man's cock was, with white stuff leaking out the end of it, and all
over a girl's pussy and mouth.

   "That's cum, darling," he said.  "It comes out a man's weenie when he
feels really good.  It's the stuff that makes babies."

   She felt inundated with new information.  Some of it didn't quite make
sense.  But, oh well.  This was interesting, to her.  And naughty.  She
liked the naughty part.

   She looked at his cock, just inches from her face.  It wiggled and
pulsated, all by itself.  She noticed other movement from his balls, as
they squirmed around a bit.  How interesting.  She wanted to put it back in
her mouth, but she would wait on him to tell her if she could.

   "Cherry," he said.  "While we're waiting, can I see your mouse?  Will
you show it to me?"

   She was a little nervous, at that.  Although, she did want to show it to
him.  She just didn't want to get in trouble.  Well, nobody knew they were
in here.  And if she just took off her panties, her dress would drop back
down and hide what she was doing, if she had to leave in a hurry.

   Finally she stood up.

   "Well...  okay," she said, and reached beneath her sundress, and drew
her panties down.  She kicked them off, and kicked them over in the corner.
She sat back down in her chair, and motioned him to the floor in front of
her.  She picked her butt up, and pulled her dress up to her waist, and
scooted forward slightly.

   She could tell Bo was happy, and she was glad she was able to make him
happy.  He went right to the floor in front of her, and she spread her legs
as wide as she could for him.  He nestled his head right in between her
legs, and she could feel his hot breath on her mouse.

   He reached up and spread it apart with his fingers, and just that alone
felt good to her.  He stuck his nose up to it, and breathed deep, breathing
in her beautiful scent.  His dick was still out of his pants, and he felt
like it was going to explode, he was so turned on.  He hadn't realized
before today how sexy this little girl was, but she was really busting his
nut now.  He hesitantly reached out his tongue, and touched her clit.  Oh
god, he thought, I'm eating out a girl.  I'm eating a girl's pussy.  It
didn't matter that it was barely six years old.  It was a pussy.

   Cherry jumped when his tongue touched her.  And then, to her surprise,
followed one of the most pleasant ten minutes she'd had in her short life.
Electric shocks of pleasure ran up and down her legs, and goosebumps
followed.  A feeling began in the pit of her stomach, and she breathed
deeper and deeper, until she felt like something was going to pop.  He
licked all around her pussy, sticking his tongue in it sometimes, and then
concentrating on her clit.  That was the part she liked the best.  She just
loved that feeling.

   Finally, she felt her whole body shake and shiver, and more goosebumps
ran down her leg.  She wanted to stretch her legs out, but couldn't because
they were now through the arms of the chair.  Bo flicked her clit with his
tongue, and she had her first little orgasm ever, she just didn't know what
it was.

   When she finally calmed down, he stopped, and looked up at her.  He
giggled.

   "Cherry.  I think you came."

   "I came?"

   "That's what it's called when you do that.  When it just feels super
good."

   "I wanna do that again," she said, nodding her head.  It had felt really
good.  She could get hooked on that.

   "Well, maybe sometime we can, again.  We just have to be careful, adults
would freak if they found out about this.  Please don't tell anyone."

   "Don't worry," she said.  If it meant she could do this again, she
wouldn't.  She knew her Mom was a little freaky anyway, she could imagine
how she'd be if she found out about this.  About a boy licking her mouse.

   "Cherry." Bo wasn't finished, though.  "Cherry, would you get down on
your hands and knees so I can play with your bottom?"

   My bottom?  she thought.  He wants to play with my bottom?  Isn't that
kinda nasty?  He was ready, though, and he showed her another picture in
the magazine of a man with his face buried in a woman's bottom.  Well,
okay, but...

   She finally did what he asked, and kneeled carefully on the concrete
floor.  He got behind her, and pulled her dress up, and she felt him
pulling her butt cheeks apart.  She giggled.

   "What?" he said, and she shook her head.  Nothing.  He continued.

   She jumped when she felt his wet tongue on her bottom.  There was
another bad word she knew, asshole.  She felt his tongue on her asshole. 
It felt warm and wet.  She relaxed, and just let him do what he wanted to
do.  He squeezed her butt, and wiggled it all around as his tongue tickled
her.  It felt better than she'd thought it would.

   "Cherry," he finally stopped, and covered her back with his body.  That,
too, felt good.

   "Yes?" she said.

   "Can I...  can I stick my weenie...  in your bottom just a little ways?
I don't wanna do it in your pussy, so that you can still be a virgin... 
but can I stick it in your bottom?"

   Well, what he'd done so far had been fun, and pleasurable.  Why not, she
thought.

   "Sure," she said, and he lifted himself off her.  She felt him place his
mouth on her asshole, and then she felt liquid and warmth.  He had just
spit on her asshole, although she wasn't really sure what he'd done.

   He positioned himself behind her, and she felt the cap of his dick touch
her asshole.  She instinctively tried to relax, and she felt slightly
uncomfortable as he pushed into her body.  She felt a stab of pain, and
said, "Bo!" and he stopped instantly.

   "Yes, darling?" he said, and she shook her head.  Nothing.  It had gone
away.

   He slowly, cautiously pushed in a little deeper, and then he was at the
bottom.  Luckily, his dick wasn't that long, not yet, if ever.  He slowly,
gently moved in and out, and the sensations on his cock were unreal.  She
had a tight asshole, of course she did.  Although he was sure she had
pooped out turds way bigger than his dick.

   He slowly moved in and out of her body, and by now she was fairly used
to it, and it didn't cause her much discomfort.  He was pretty turned on,
and maybe within twenty strokes he came, hard, pumping her cute little ass
full of his semen.  His balls were pulled up tight to his body, and he ran
his hands down her back, and then underneath her, feeling her nipples and
where her nice titties would go someday.

   He finally stopped and pulled out of her, and at long last his penis
could go down for a while.  He knew he'd be jacking off tonight, though,
thinking of this.  He'd think of this for a long time, that was for sure.
His first piece of ass, and it had really been a piece of ass.  A sexy
little six-year-old piece of ass.

   "Cherry," he said.  "You wanna see sperms, like what comes out of a
guy?"

   "Uh-huh," she nodded, turning around, and getting to her feet.

   "Go over there in the corner, and poop a little bit.  You're full of it
now, I put it in you."

   She just looked at him.  Poop?  He nodded encouragingly.  "Just try it,
a little.  It should squirt out."

   She thought she could feel it inside her body, and finally she went to
the corner, and squatted, pulling her dress up.  She strained a bit, and
sure enough, stuff that wasn't poop squirted out of her butt.  She
duck-walked back a step, and regarded it.  White-brownish streaked stuff.
That stuff made babies?  She could smell the funny smell of it.

   "Bo.  I won't have a baby, will I?" A moment of panic seized her.

   "No," he laughed.  "Wrong hole.  Plus you're not old enough.  It's the
pussy hole that makes babies, not the asshole."

   She was relieved.  She strained a bit more, and to her shock she felt a
little turd pop out of her butt.

   "Bo.  Sorry," she said, embarrassed.  He just laughed.  "I'll clean it
up, Cherry, don't worry about it.  It was worth it."

   She retrieved her panties, and carefully wiped her bottom with them, and
was pleased to see very little mess.  She wrapped them up and stuck them in
the pocket of her dress.  Bo's weenie had finally gotten soft, and he put
it away, watched with interest by Cherry.  She had learned a lot this
afternoon, she thought.  And had fun.

   She left the shed, deep in thought, and bemused.  It had been fun, the
stuff they had done.  She hoped they could do it again.  She wondered what
that white stuff tasted like, she'd seen pictures in the magazine of girls
with it in their mouths.  She might have to find that out herself.  That
might be fun.  She ran into her back yard, and went looking for her
brothers.  Maybe, just maybe they would like to play around someday.  Maybe
when they outgrew the brat stage.



   --==+==-

   Cherry Baby 2 : Big Trouble in Little Vagina





   Cherry Barton was mad.  Again.  Cherry spent a lot of her time being
mad, mostly at her brothers.  Almost always at her brothers.  They were the
number one bane of her existence.  And had been for years.  For a while a
neighbor boy, Bo, had helped her in her endless battles with them, but he
was pretty well grown up by now, and usually out doing guy stuff.  She was
pretty much on her own, anymore.

   She did have a few tricks up her sleeve.  She had learned the fine art
of blackmail, and even to set up things ahead of time for blackmail
material.  She was actually getting pretty good at it.  The playing field
was slowly evening out.

   Cherry was nine years old.  Her brothers were eleven and thirteen,
respectively.  They were starting to be interested in girls, and stuff like
that.  And sex.  That provided her with a wealth of blackmail material.  In
fact, she was making money every week simply by not telling her Mom and Dad
about their stash of girlie magazines.  Or the stuff they looked at on the
computer when no one was home.  She felt persecuted, but in reality she was
holding her own on them, if not actually being a little bit ahead.

   She didn't know it, but this was a kind of last gasp on the boys' part,
a last attempt to wrest control from her while they still could.  It all
started when one of them, Rex, caught her with her panties down to her
ankles, examining her little pussy with a hand mirror.  She was supposed to
be alone in the bathroom, and she even had the door locked, but he had
hidden in the closet.  She was hoping to find evidence of hairs starting to
grow down there, like the girls she'd seen in old centerfolds, or some of
the girls on the computer.  She knew most girls shaved nowadays, she'd even
figured out her own mom shaved, after seeing the razors in the bathtub, and
how smooth her Mom had looked wearing her new bikini.

   Anyway, the little jerk burst out of the closet, with his phone in his
hand, no less, giggling hysterically, and told her she was owned.  She
wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she knew it was not good.  If he
really had taken pictures, she wasn't as much in trouble as just plain
embarrassed, if he might show them to anybody.  It's not against the law to
just look, she told herself, although sometimes in the privacy of darkness
in her bed she did more than just look.  She shuddered at the thought of
things she'd done in the past, things with her neighbor Bo, and the
incredible blackmail leverage it would have given her brothers.  She was
almost glad that stage of her life was over, though it had been
interesting. And fun.

   So, now she was sitting in her room, plotting her revenge.  The most
obvious course of action was to find him (or them) in a position as
compromising as hers had been.  Hmmm, hmmm.

   She was still thinking at dinnertime, and even her Mom remarked on how
quiet and thoughtful she was.  Yeah, she thought, staring at Rex, who
smirked at her.  Yeah.  Just give me some time, she thought.



   --==+==-

   That night, she did recall something interesting.  She'd been in the
back yard, in the porch swing, when her two brothers came through the back
gate.  They'd been giggling and cracking up, and they'd just gone right
past her like she hadn't been there.  Oddly, they'd both been covered in
sweat.  She wondered where they'd been, or what they'd been doing.  She
decided to try and keep a little closer watch on their actions the next
day.

   And that's just what she did.  At one point that afternoon, she heard
them both go down the stairs and out the back door.  She ran to the window,
and watched them go through the back yard, and out the gate, and start down
the alley.  She couldn't see them any more, and had given up when she
caught some motion in the neighbor's yard.  Sure enough, the two of them
had gone into their next-door neighbors' yard, and she could see the tops
of their heads as they went into a shed.  She knew that shed well.  Her
neighbor Bo had a clubhouse in there several years ago.  She'd done...  all
sorts of interesting...  things with him that summer, and the next, in that
hot little shed.  The last time she'd been in it, the pinups he'd hung on
the walls were even still there.  She wondered if her brothers were going
in there to look at the pictures of naked girls.  Why else would they go
in? She knew that no one would be home next door until later that evening,
and she knew they knew it.  Immediately, a plan began to formulate in her
head.

   The next morning, well after she got up, she went out in the back yard
and sat in the swing for a while.  Finally she moseyed out the back gate,
trying to look casual.  She walked down the alley, and darted into the
Simpson's yard.  The shed wasn't locked, of course, and she went right in.
The light was still on, even.  The posters and pictures of nude girls were
still hanging on the walls.  The shed had changed somewhat, there was now a
lot of stuff in it, boxes and piles of clothes, all kinds of stuff.  The
two lawn chairs were still there, though.

   Very interesting.  What else could their interest in the shed be?  She
froze as she heard a noise outside, and then darted around the stack of
stuff in the back of the shed.  The door creaked, and she heard whispering
and giggling.  She was sure it was her brothers.  She tried to be as silent
as she could, and she stood in the semi-darkness, not daring to move.  This
might be the opportunity she was looking for.

   She heard the chairs creak, and the noise of clothes on plastic.  She
finally dared to peek out from her hiding place, and saw the backs of the
boy's heads.  How convenient, the chairs were facing away from her, she
thought.  She heard the rustle of paper, and realized that they were
looking through Bo's stack of magazines.  Girly magazines.

   She moved slightly forward, and could see more of them.  She looked down
carefully to make sure she wouldn't run into anything, and then took two
steps forward, hardly daring to breathe.

   They had their weenies out!  She almost shouted in elation.  She
carefully moved back behind the boxes and took out her phone, and set it to
camera mode.  She moved forward again, and suddenly thought to put it on
silent mode.  She only took two pictures, and she was so nervous she was
sure they could hear her heart beating.

   Each of the boys had a magazine, and she could see their hands on their
weenies.  Hee hee, she thought, the little preverts.  Their hands were
busy, stroking and jerking and wiggling, and she wondered if they were
going to squirt out their stuff.  It went on a long time, and she finally
grew impatient, and, darn it, it was hot in the shed.  Hot and stuffy.  She
finally wondered if she'd pass out.  Suddenly one of the boys said
something, and the other replied.  It was just a minute later she heard a
sharp intake of breath, and her oldest brother squirted a stream of cum up
into the air.  Her little brother soon followed, sending a squirt shooting
halfway across the shed.  Both the boys relaxed visibly after that, and
Cherry went back behind the boxes, hoping they'd leave in a hurry so she
could get out.

   They finally left, and she gave them a minute or two to get in the house
before she left the shed.  She sat on the porch in the swing for a while to
cool off, elated at her success.  She realized how lucky she'd been that
they didn't catch her, they'd just have taken her phone away and erased the
pictures.  And probably beat the crap out of her.



   --==+==-

   That night, Cherry was so pleased with herself she thought she would
burst.  Now she had the ultimate blackmail material, she thought.  The only
problem was she didn't know how to use it.  Before she dared to let them
know what she had, she had to have copies of it hidden somewhere.  She just
didn't know where.  The boys had a computer in their room, she wondered if
she could hide the pictures there, that had kind of a justice to it,
anyway. On their very own computer.  She found the cord that went to her
phone, and decided to try it the next day, if and when they went to the
shed.



   --==+==-

   She got it done the next day, while they were out, she made a folder in
a folder in a folder, a few dozen deep, with garbage for names, and finally
copied off the pictures.  Now, she thought.  Now, let them try something. I
am prepared.  That night at the dinner table when Rex held up his phone and
wiggled it at her, she just smiled, and wiggled her phone back at him.  If
they only knew, she thought.  If they only knew.  If they wanted war, she'd
give them war.



   --==+==-

   Something a little strange happened about that time.  Well, it wasn't
strange, it's just that Cherry had never seen her parents do anything like
it before.  That Saturday night, she conked out on the couch, and her dad
carried her to her room.  She woke up, and woozily looked at her phone. 
After two o'clock.  Her mouth was dry, and because she hadn't put herself
to bed she didn't have her usual glass of water by her bed-stand.  She
crawled out of bed, went out to the landing, and down the stairs.  The
house was quiet.  It was quiet until she walked past the double doorway
that led into the living room.  Then, to her surprise, she heard a girl
giggling.  She stopped and crept up to the doorway, and peeked around it.

   There, on the couch on the side of the room was her dad, lying on his
back on the couch.  Her mom was on top of him, like she was sitting on him.
That's not what shocked her, though.

   Her mom didn't have a shirt on.  Cherry stared at her mom's full
bouncing breasts, moving up and down as her mom moved up and down.  She
looked more carefully, and realized that her mom didn't have anything on.
She was naked!  There were her clothes, on the floor beside the couch!

   She couldn't tell exactly what they were doing, but she could see that
their groins matched up, and she wondered if they were doing that thing
that Bo had done to her bottom.  Except that it wasn't her Mom's bottom
that her dad had his weenie in.  It was her Mom's mouse.

   Oh, this looks interesting, she thought, hoping the darkness of the hall
hid her.  It looked like they were pretty much concentrating on each other,
anyway.  They looked like they were having fun.  Her mom was puffing and
panting, and screwing her pretty face up, almost like she was in pain. 
Cherry had done enough sex stuff with Bo, though, to know that sex kind of
did that to you.  But it felt really good instead of bad.

   She just crouched there in the hall, and watched.  Her Mom got louder
and louder, and finally she almost shrieked a little shriek, and seemed to
collapse on her Dad.  Cherry felt like that it was probably over, and she
fled back to her room, forgetting her drink of water.  How interesting, she
thought.  The inscrutable world of the adult.  Well, she was too young to
think that, but she thought the kid equivalent.  She knew what an orgasm
was, she'd had plenty of them when she played with Bo.  And that's sure
what it looked like her Mom had had.  She crawled back in bed, deep in
thought.  She wished she could have seen her Dad's weenie, she wondered if
it was bigger than Bo's.  Than her brothers'.  She guessed that it probably
was.



   --==+==-

   The next day, her brothers, it seemed, just couldn't stand it.  Dennis,
her oldest brother approached her that evening and asked her how much money
she had saved up.  She told him it was none of his business.  He asked to
borrow twenty dollars, and she just laughed at him.  He grew agitated, and
said, "I'm warning you..." when Rex, her youngest brother, hissed at him.
Dennis shut up, and the two of them retired to their room.  Cherry figured
they were plotting something.

   Rex came to her, later.  He tried to act like her friend, but she'd been
fooled with that one before.  He finally said, "Cherry...  Dennis has some
pictures of you...  those pictures I accidentally took of you in the
bathroom.  He found them on my phone.  You should give him the twenty,
or... I don't know what he'll do...  maybe show Mom..."

   "Well," said Cherry, laughing slightly.  "I'm not worried."

   "Cherry...  I can't control him...  you should do it..."

   "Listen," she said, staring him down.  "You guys got pictures, I got
pictures.  Tell him that if he wants to start a fight, I'm ready.  Neither
one of you guys wants what I got to get out."

   Rex froze.  He thought as quickly as his brain would allow.  What the
hell was she talking about?

   "Cherry.  What the hell are you talking about?"

   She just couldn't stand it.  She knew the longer she kept the secret the
better, but she just couldn't stand it.  She wanted to see his face
crumble, and to see him run off to his brother for help.  She slowly
brought her phone up, and went to the thumbnails.

   "Rex, Listen," she said.  "If you grab my phone, I'll just go to Mom and
Dad's computer and get these pictures from where I've hidden them. 
Understand?"

   He nodded.  She called up one of the pictures she'd taken from behind
the boys.  It wasn't that good of a picture, and you couldn't even really
tell it was them from the back, but it was pretty obvious what they were
doing.  She knew that he wouldn't know that she didn't have more.  She
could tell him anything she wanted at this stage.

   When she held her phone up where he could see it, the effect was
immediate and gratifying.  His face literally turned white, and he gasped
for air like a fish out of water.

   "If you guys ever try anything again, I'll spread these pictures around.
Understand?"

   "Blug," he said.  His mouth moved some more but no words came out.

   "I got lots more of these.  And even ones where you can see your faces."
She lied, but she knew it was okay, in situations like this.  All was fair,
she knew.  That's the way the boys fought, and they had taught her well.

   "Glub," he finally said, and ran out of the room.  She almost had
hysterics, but realized she was probably in a little bit of danger at the
moment.  She ran downstairs, and joined her Dad in the living room.

   A few minutes later Dennis entered the room and glared at her.  She
smiled sweetly at him and then ignored him.  He got more and more agitated,
and then next time she looked at him he jerked his head towards the door.
She sighed, and got up, and followed him out into the hallway.

   "Come upstairs," He said brusquely, and she shook her head.

   "You can tell me here."

   "Dad is in there!"

   "So?"

   "So come upstairs where we can talk."

   "No.  We talk here," she walked to the end of the hallway, where the
door to the garage was.  He followed her helplessly.  She liked this
feeling of power.  She could get used to this.

   "How many of those pictures you got?" he asked.  She could see he was
trembling, and she knew he was probably pretty mad.  Well, he'd better not
touch me, she thought.

   "Oh," she said, flippantly, "Dozens.  Enough."

   "Look, you little shit!" he exploded.

   She came right back at him.  "You look.  You guys been picking on me
long enough.  It ends now.  You guys leave me alone, and nobody sees the
pics.  You bug me again, any more, and everybody sees them.  You got it?"
She was almost hissing at him, and to her surprise, he suddenly looked
scared now, instead of mad.

   "I didn't mean it like that," he finally said.

   "Well, you said it like that," she replied.

   "Look," he said.  "we'll be nice.  Nicer."

   "That's all I'm asking you for," she said, smiling angelically at him.
She knew she had won.  Maybe her problems were over, for a while at least.



   --==+==-

   Saturday morning she got up early, and went downstairs to watch
cartoons. They were strangely unsatisfying, and she snoozed on the couch
for a while.  Her Mom came in the room, and told her something about going
shopping, and did she want to go.  She thought about it, and finally said
no, and soon she heard her Mom's car pull out of the driveway.

   She wandered back upstairs, and would have peeked in her brother's room,
but the door was closed.  Poop on them, she thought.  She went to the end
of the hall, and peeked in her parent's room.  Her dad was stretched out on
the bed, asleep.  She looked at him, and did a double take.  He was naked.
Instantly, her heartbeat hit about two hundred.  Oh, she thought, this is
interesting, this is the occasion I've been waiting for.

   She slowly approached the bed.  He was lying flat on his back, snoring
slightly, his arms above his head.  His chest and stomach were hairy. 
There was hair all around his weenie, too.  Bo had had a little hair around
his, but not like this.  Her dad was pretty hairy.

   She came a few steps closer, hardly daring to breathe.  She gazed at his
cock, entranced.  It certainly wasn't the first one she'd seen, but it was
the most interesting, by far.  It was big and rubbery looking, hanging off
to the side somewhat.  His big hairy balls hung down in between his legs,
and as she watched them she could see movement as they pulsated.  His
weenie jerked, and moved slightly, causing her to jump.  She looked at his
face, but he still appeared to be asleep.  She came a single step closer,
and stared at his cock.  It seemed like to her it was getting larger.  How
interesting, she thought.  It's growing, like Bo's used to grow, when he
got it out of his pants.

   In just a few heartbeats her dad's cock rolled slightly, and then stood
up a little.  A few heartbeats later it was standing straight up.  She was
fascinated.  She didn't remember Bo's being this interesting, probably
because it was smaller.  Her Dad had a nice one, she decided, nice and fat.
It looked all smooth on the end, and she could see blood veins running up
and down it.

   It was standing straight up all by itself now.  She could see it move
every time his heart beat.  She restrained an urge to reach out and touch
it.

   She thought and thought about the things she could do to take the
situation further.  She figured, though, anything she did to wake him up
would just make him chase her out of the room while he covered up.  Her dad
had never shown any interest in her sexually that she could remember.  She
finally went back to the doorway, still deep in thought.  If she could just
do something that felt really good to him, and make it look like an
accident...

   She went back in the living room and stripped off her panties.  She was
wearing a short little nightgown thing, and it felt really sexy to her to
be bare beneath it.  She hid the panties in the couch cushions, and went
back to her parents' bedroom.  She carefully closed the door, hearing the
lock click.  Her dad was pretty much the way she'd left him, his big weenie
was still sticking straight up in the air.  She wondered if he was
dreaming.

   Quickly, before she lost her nerve, she crawled up on the bed, trying
not to shake it too much.  She crawled over on top of her dad, and sat on
his waist, letting her mouse press his hard cock down against his stomach.
She was surprised at how big it felt, it was like sitting on a shovel
handle.  She leaned forward, and felt it pressing into her clitty-bump, and
that felt good.

   He was moving around by now, waking up, or at least doing a pretty good
impression of waking up.  He'd actually been awake the whole time, since
she'd come to the door and he'd seen her out of half-closed eyelids.  He
could tell she'd gotten an eye-full of his cock, and it had pleased him how
fast it had hardened.  It turned him on to think of his daughter seeing his
erection, he had no idea, of course, that she was no stranger to hard
cocks. He hoped he had impressed her, and that she would remember her whole
life what a real cock looked like.  He got that right, at least, he had
impressed her, all she had to gauge his against was Bo's teenaged weenie,
and her Dad beat Bo by a mile.

   He pretended to wake up, and finally looked at her.  "What are you doin'
darlin'?", he asked, pretending to be woozy and still sleepy.  It had
pleased him greatly that she had come back, he had thought she had seen
enough and left, and it pleased him that she had shut the door.  He knew
she was planning something, when he'd heard it click.  He wondered, as he
had often before now, just how sexual the child was, she seemed so
seductive sometimes, and she came across as just plain sexy, for a
pre-teen. She often, in the past, had turned him on, wrestling with him, or
just cuddling.  The word incest never popped up in his mind, but he knew
what he liked, and it just seemed natural to him.  His wife was a fox, and
he loved her deeply, but it was fun to play around, too.  And he felt a
kinship with this girl, of course he did, she was his daughter.

   She laughed.  "Just ridin' the horsey like I used to, Dad," she said,
and that was true, she used to ride him kind of like this, when she was a
few years younger.  Saturday morning she always came and crawled in bed
with them, and they played and wrestled while her mom groaned and tried to
sleep a little longer.

   All this had passed in just a few seconds.  He was surprised that she
had the nerve to do it, to press her body against his dick the way she had,
surprisingly, he hadn't realized yet her pussy was bare.  He just looked at
her and laughed, and she began moving up and down the shaft of his cock,
grinding her little cunt against his shaft, basically jacking him off with
her pussy.

   Jeezus, he thought, that feels good...  he could feel moisture on his
cock, and he started realizing about that time that she didn't have any
panties on.  He just lay there, in bliss, and let her rub against him, up
and down, up and down.  She was having great fun, his cock felt so good
nestled in between her legs, rubbing her mouse, it was like sitting on
somebody's arm or something.  She leaned even further forward, and the
pressure on her clit became almost unbearably pleasurable.

   "Cherry, baby," he finally said, after a few minutes of this.  "You
better get off, your Mom might be home any minute."

   "Dad," Cherry almost laughed, "she'll be gone for hours.  She just left
thirty minutes ago.  Don't worry."

   He wasn't very reassured.  He knew how badly his world would end if his
wife walked in right about now.  But, goddam, this felt so good, this hot
foxy little girl jacking him off with her cunt.  With her beautiful little
cunt.  A thought struck him.

   "Cherry, darling," he said, and sat up, causing her to fall down in
between his legs.  She giggled.  He saw, as he suspected, that she wasn't
wearing her panties.  Her little cunt looked so sexy to him, he was amazed
to think that he hadn't seen it since she was a baby.  He wanted to eat it
up.

   "Darlin', let me look at you," he said, and he did just that.  He got up
on his hands and knees and put his face right down between her legs, and
examined her closely, so close he could smell her.  She smelled wonderful
to him, a touch of sweat, and an incredible pussy smell that he knew he'd
never forget.  He knew the next step was inevitable.

   God forgive me, he thought, as he touched her with his tongue.  Her
little cunt tasted like nothing he'd ever tasted, beyond his wildest
dreams. His wife tasted good, but this, this was unreal.  Tangy and sweaty
and a million things rolled up into one.  It was just out of this world. 
He lapped her pussy, grabbing her butt and pushing it up, lapping down her
perineum, and licking as much of her asshole as he could.  The taste there
was even more incredible, fantastically sexy to him, the sexiest thing he
could ever remember.  He knew he could do this for hours, but he knew he
was tempting fate, too.  In their own bed, no less.  He was eating his
daughter's cunt in his wife's bed.

   He gave a sad last lick of her beautiful little cunt, and sat up.

   "Darlin'," he said, sadly.  "we shouldn't have done this.  I'm sorry,
although I love you very much, and what you've given me is very precious.
Please don't think badly of me for taking what I have from you.  I love
you, darlin', I love you."

   She almost seemed like she was laughing to him.  She seemed so
comfortable at this that he wondered if this was the first time she'd
played around like this.

   "Dad," she replied, "don't worry.  I know, and I love you too.  We were
just playin' around.  But..."

   She looked puzzled.  He raised his eyebrows.

   "Dad, aren't you gonna finish it?"

   "Finish it?" he was puzzled.

   "Yeah," she said, grinning at him.  "aren't you gonna squirt your
stuff?"

   Oh shit.  Well, that question was answered.  She knew about that, about
cumming?  Where in the hell had she picked that up?  He realized that he
had no right to get onto her, not after what he'd just done with her.  He
sighed, and regarded her.

   "Little darlin', I'd love to, but I'm too afraid of your mother coming
home.  I'd be in a world of hurt, if she saw it on you.  Or me."

   She knew he was right, and she understood.  She nodded her head.  She
slowly climbed off the bed, and let her nightgown fall, covering herself
up.

   "Well, Dad, I understand," she said.  "If you want me, I'll be in the
basement.  The basement where hardly anybody ever goes, and where it's kind
of private.  If you need me for anything, just come down there."

   She figured that got the idea across to him.  She knew her brothers
would never go down there, and if her mom came home they'd be able to hear
her upstairs.  She went to the door, and turned to see him still sitting up
in the bed, watching her.

   "Bye Daddy," she said, "and...  thank you!"



   --==+==-

   She went to her room and got her laundry, and went downstairs after she
remembered to retrieve her panties from the couch.  She went on down into
the basement, and put half of her clothes in the washer.  She didn't start
it, though, it would make too much noise.  She heard creaks from the floor
above her as someone walked above her, and then she heard the door, and
someone on the stairs.  As she'd hoped, it was her Dad.

   He came down the stairs.  Now, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a
shirt, at least.  He stood there, and just stared at her.  She looked like
an angel to him, and he wanted her more than he'd wanted anybody or
anything in his life.  He wanted to taste her again.  He wondered how he'd
stand it from now on, living in the same house with her.  How would he be
able to keep his hands off her?  He'd come downstairs with one thing in
mind, more sex play with her.  If he did get to cum, all the better.  The
thought of spraying her cute young cunt with his sperm turned him on to no
end.

   She stood there and looked at him.  She didn't know why, but she wanted
to play around with him, like she had Bo.  Sex was fun to her, although she
didn't really understand some parts of it.  She had let Bo put his weenie
in her bottom many times, and she knew that was major fun for him, and it
had even felt good for her, to be filled up with him.  She remembered,
though, how big her Dad's weenie was...  she wasn't sure if she could do
that, for him.  Just because he was her Dad, though, she'd let him try. 
She decided then and there to let him try.

   He just stood there.  She finally went over to him, and started trying
to unbutton his pants.  He laughed at her, and just unzipped his zipper,
and drew his hard cock out.  He pulled his balls out, too, and she giggled.
Balls always made her laugh, for some reason.

   How did she know this shit, he wondered.  She seemed like an old pro at
it.  Nothing seemed to bother her.  It was obvious she'd seen someone cum
before, the way she talked about it.  He wondered about the boys.  They
were old enough, surely they jacked off by now.  Who was teaching her this
shit?  Should he worry about it?  Considering what he'd done already, and
what he was down here hoping to do, he didn't think he had a right to get
all worked up over it.  Lord.  She was his own daughter.  What was he
thinking?  He wondered for a moment if he should just go back upstairs, and
forget that this had ever happened.  But he knew he wasn't that strong.

   His dick was still hard, it was harder than he remembered it ever being.
He was very turned on.  He knew it wouldn't take much to make him cum. 
Again, he imagined her sweet cunt, dripping with his semen.  This was going
to be a fun Saturday.

   He saw the laundry basket behind her, and he gently sat her down in it.
She fit into it perfectly, her legs over the side, and her groin up to the
top of it.  She pulled her nightgown up, and he gazed at her beautiful
little pussy, in love all over again.  He slowly dropped his face to it,
and she smiled.

   Cherry loved having her pussy licked.  Bo had done it enough times, and
he was pretty good at it, she thought.  Her Dad was better, though, his
tongue pressed harder against her, and his lips sucked her harder.  He
tongued her little clit, and she felt electric shocks up and down her legs.
She knew she was going to get to have one of those cum things, those things
that Bo had done to her.  This was going to be fun.

   It was fun.  Her dad was almost shocked when she came, she moaned and
groaned and wiggled around, and kicked her legs a little.  He felt goose
bumps all up and down the insides of her legs, and her sweet pussy seemed
juicier than ever.  She jumped around in the basket, and twitched, and
there was no doubt that she had come.

   "Cherry, baby," he said, finally, "where did you learn to do that?  How
do you know about this stuff?"

   "Dad," she knew she was on shaky ground, here.  But she'd promised Bo
never to tell.  She didn't want to break that promise.  "Dad, mostly from
movies and stuff.  And the girls at school.  Don't make me say more, Dad,
please?"

   He just gave it up.  He didn't want to press her, not after what he'd
taken from her, so far.  He knew it wasn't fair.  He took one last sniff of
her cunt, and raised up.

   "Don't you think we should stop here, darlin'?" he said, wondering how
he was ever going to stuff his hard cock back into his pants.  She clumsily
crawled out of the basket, and stood before him.  She was staring right at
his cock.

   "Dad," she said, "no.  You haven't got to do it yet."

   To his heart-stopping surprise, she bent slightly, and took his cock in
her mouth.  It was a tight fit, he had a big one.  He felt her tongue on
the cap of his dick, and then he felt it run around the rim.  He was so
close to cumming it wasn't funny.  He felt bad, for a moment.  His own
daughter, with his cock in her mouth.  What kind of a father was he?  He
almost pulled out.  But she had seemed like she wanted this.  She seemed to
enjoy it so much.  He knew he was just justifying it to himself.  After
some thought, he decided to just let whatever would happen happen.

   Cherry enjoyed the feeling of her Dad's cock in her mouth.  It was way
bigger than Bo's had been, and she could barely get half of it in.  She
licked and sucked, and she knew it felt good to him, just from the way he
groaned and his knees buckled every now and then.  She wanted him to squirt
his stuff in her mouth, but she remembered that she was going to let him
put it in her bottom.

   He was finally just a lick and a suck away from the point of no return.
He wondered if she had ever had someone cum in her mouth.  She seemed so
good at it, it wouldn't have surprised him.  He was really wondering by now
who had done these things to her.  Well, with her.  She'd seemed pretty
willing, to him.  She wouldn't have started it if she didn't want it.  Her
level of experience was pretty obvious to him, by now.

   "Darling," he finally put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her
away. "If we go any further something might happen.  I don't want to scare
you."

   She knew exactly what he meant, and she wouldn't have been scared by it.
She'd let Bo squirt his stuff in her mouth many times, and she liked doing
it, and she liked the taste of it.  She wondered for a moment if
everybody's stuff tasted the same.  She wanted to taste her Dad's.  Maybe
later, she thought.  She knew without really thinking about it that they'd
do this kind of thing again.  Just like with Bo, it never occurred to her
that this might be a one-time thing.

   "Dad," she said, smiling up at him, "you can put it in my bottom. 
Squirt your stuff there, in my bottom."

   A day of surprises, and then this.  His sweet little nine-year-old,
inviting him to butt-fuck her.  How, he thought in amazement, how on earth
could my cock ever fit in her little ass.

   He squatted, and hugged her.  He was almost in tears.

   "Darlin'," he finally managed, "how do you know about this stuff?  What
have you been doing, and with who?"

   She was silent for a moment.  "Dad," she finally said, "I can't tell
you. It's a secret.  But it's over now, there's no one but you now.  So
would you please do it?  In my bottom?"

   He just squatted there, and stared at her.  As bad as he felt, he wanted
to do it worse.  He wanted to press his big hard cock into her sweet little
ass.  He wanted to fuck her bad.  He knew that his big dick would tear her
little pussy in two.  But maybe there was hope for her ass.  Her sweet,
sweet ass.  He knew she'd crapped out turds as big as his cock, he'd seen
them in the toilet before.  If something that big comes out, he thought,
surely something that big can go in.  A little ways, at least.

   "Darling," he said, "are you sure about this?"

   She nodded.  "Please, Daddy," she said, and he felt something stab him
to his heart.  God, his dear sweet daughter was begging him to fuck her in
the ass.  Dear god.

   He helplessly looked around the washing area, and spied a bottle of hand
lotion.  He took it, and shook it up.  She knew exactly what he intended
that for.  She knew she had won.  She just wondered how badly it would
hurt. Bo's little weenie had hurt sometimes, when they'd done it, and her
Dad was a giant compared to Bo.  She dropped to the floor, on her hands and
knees, facing away from him.  He almost wearily got down on his knees, and
asked her yet again if she was sure.

   "Dad," she giggled, "just do it.  It'll feel really good, I promise."
She wondered if her Dad had ever put it in her Mom's bottom.  She'd seen
him doing it to her mouse, but not her bottom.  In all Bo's magazines she'd
only seen one couple doing it in the bottom, most of them used the woman's
mouse.  She knew by now that mouse sex was more common than bottom sex. 
She actually wondered if her dad had ever done it in anybody's bottom
before.  Maybe, she thought, maybe this is his first time.  She hoped that
she was able to do that for him.

   He smeared hand lotion all over the cap of his dick, and then dribbled
some into the center of her asshole.  She was trying as hard as she could
to relax, which didn't always work.  He rubbed the lotion into her asshole,
and even pushed his finger in a little ways.  Oh, she thought, his finger
is as big as Bo's whole weenie.  I don't know about this...

   She felt the cap of his cock on her anus.  He placed his hands at the
crease of her legs, and she felt him start pulling her towards him.  Her
bottom felt good for a moment, and then strained, and then positively
painful.  She bit her lip as long as she could, and finally said, "Dad!"

   He stopped, instantly.  They just held that position for a while, and
she concentrated on relaxing.  Finally she nodded, and said, "Go some
more."

   He pressed in again, and she imagined that she felt the whole little
cap-thing on the end of his weenie inside her body.  It really hurt, not
like cutting-yourself pain, but more like a burn or something.  She gritted
her teeth and remembered how much Bo had enjoyed doing this.  She hoped her
Dad was enjoying it as much.

   Her dad was about to cum.  He was turned on beyond belief by what he was
doing to her, his daughter.  His hard cock was a good three inches inside
her body, inside her sweet asshole.  He stopped pressing inwards, and
pulled out a tiny bit, and then pushed in a tiny bit.  He knew that it
wouldn't take much of that to make him cum.  He knew he was close.  He was
more turned on than he'd ever been in his whole life.  He loved her so much
at that moment that he thought his heart would burst.

   Cherry felt like she couldn't breathe when he'd pulled out.  The pain
was still pretty severe, but there was almost a pleasure to it, now, too.
She felt like she was pooping a giant poop, and that always felt good.  Her
dad went in and out again, and she thought, goodness.  Goodness.

   Ten or twenty of those little miniature strokes, and he felt his
prostate clench, and he came.  God, he came.  He pumped what felt like a
gallon of semen into her little body, feeling his whole body spasm and
tremble.  It was by far the best cum he'd ever had.  He just pumped and
pumped and pumped, and finally he was dry.  Jeezus, he thought, that was
intense.  That was fucking intense.

   The remorse set in almost immediately, and he carefully pulled his cock
out of her anus, trying not to hurt her any further.  The smell of shit was
strong, and he knew he'd been in it some, he'd felt it.  He knew it had
been painful for her, and he loved her all the more for letting him go
through with it, in spite of the pain.  How could it not hurt, he thought.
He knew his cock was reasonably large, just from the bitching his own wife
had done the few times they'd tried anal sex.  She liked it in her pussy,
yeah, she loved it there.  But she whined like a baby when he wanted to
stick it in her ass.

   This little girl had taken it, though, Jeezus...  nine years old and
she'd taken close to half his cock in her ass...  he was amazed.  He was
amazed he'd ever had the nerve to even try, he could see them showing up at
the emergency room with her bleeding from her ass.  How would he explain
that one?  He wondered again what she had been involved in, in the past. 
What, and who.  I need to find that sonofabitch, he thought.

   The last thing she did that surprised and shocked him to his core, was
stand up and walk to the floor drain.  She squatted over it, and with a
squirt and a few cute little farts, she squirted his cum out.  He was
right, a lot had gone into her, and a lot came out.  He shook his head, and
scolded himself even more.  This sweet young child.  How had he?  How could
he have?

   It was morning, and Cherry was a morning pooper.  She couldn't help it,
once she started, and she pooped out a nice long turd, and then another. 
She looked up at him and giggled.  "Sorry, Dad," she said, and smiled at
him.

   "Don't worry, I'll clean it up," he said, and he gave her a dishrag from
the dirty clothes to wipe her ass with.  She cleaned up, and stood up,
dropping her nightgown.

   "Darling," he said, unsure what to do or say now.  It was over, they'd
had their little fling, what was going to happen now?

   "Darling," he started again, "thank you.  Thank you, and I love you very
much.  Don't ever forget that, no matter what happens, that I love you.  I
don't want to hurt you, and I'm sorry if I did."

   "That's okay, Dad," she said, "You made me feel better than you hurt me.
It's okay."

   "Cherry.  Just remember that I love you." He hugged her, and felt her
warm body in his arms.  He loved her intensely, for the things she'd given
him, the things she'd let him do.  He wondered for a moment if he'd ever be
happy again, whether it was sitting in a jail cell, or just having had
experienced the peak of his sexual life, and nothing but downhill from
there on.  He wondered if they'd ever play around again.  He knew it wasn't
wise, but goddam, she was the sexiest thing ever.  He wondered about how it
would be when she was older.  Would she hate him for this?  Would it be no
big deal to her?  Would she, every now and then, let him have a taste of
her again?  He knew that he could stand anything, if that last one was
true. If he just got a taste every now and then.

   "I love you too, Dad," she finally said, and he released her.  "I'll get
some paper towels," she said, and went upstairs.  When she returned they
cleaned up her poop, and he went into the basement restroom and flushed it.
He scrubbed the semen off the drain, and followed her upstairs.

   "Where are your brothers?" he asked, and she shrugged.  She didn't know,
or care.  She went on up to her room, and changed into some jeans and a
t-shirt.  Where the hell was Francesca?  she wondered.  Gotta find that
girl.  Got all kinds of interesting shit to tell her.



   --==+==-

   Cherry Baby 3 : Can I Use Your Underwear to Make Soup





   Cherry was fairly happy.  Things were going well for her.  She had
achieved a shaky peace, of sorts, with her older brothers, and well, their
lives were busy enough now that they usually left her alone.  She was also
at peace with her mom, well, she and her mom always got along pretty good,
although Cherry sure didn't tell her mom all the things she did, or had
done in the past.  She was at peace with her dad, well, she'd never been
anything other than that with him, she loved him and besides, the two of
them had their own little secrets.

   Anyway.  She had just started seventh grade, and she was now twelve
years old.  Junior high was going well, well, the few weeks of it she'd had
so far at least, and she actually enjoyed school.  She loved History the
most, and she loved her history teacher, Mr.  Harmon.  He seemed to like
her, too.  That was enough for her, at the moment.  She was happy.

   Almost every other day, it seemed like, Mr.  Harmon picked Cherry and
another girl named Denise to stay a few minutes late and clean the
blackboards.  Cherry didn't really know why she liked doing it, but it was
fun.  And she liked Mr.  Harmon.  Mostly Mr.  Harmon just sat in a chair
and watched them while they did it.  It didn't occur to her what was really
going on until Denise made some remark about him "perving" over them. 
Well, she thought, as she walked home.  That was interesting.  She wondered
if he really was, or if Denise was just making a big deal over nothing. 
She was surprised to realize that she hoped he was.  She liked him.  She
wanted him to be happy.  If he was happy watching her, then, by god, let
him watch.

   The day after, when she thought she'd be picked again, she wore a really
short skirt, and a thong.  The only thong she owned, one her mother didn't
know about.  A friend of hers, Francesca, had given it to her, and she'd
only worn it once before.  It felt funny the first half of the day, until
she got used to it.  Then she kind of liked it.  She was ready.

   Sure enough, Mr.  Harmon asked her to stay and clean the blackboards. 
She readily agreed, and looked around for Denise.  Denise, however, was
absent that day.  She wondered if he'd pick another girl to help.  He
didn't though.

   She left her sixth hour class, and made her way back to Mr.  Harmon's
class.  Right before she entered she grabbed her skirt by the waistband,
and pulled it up sharply, almost up to her belly button.  This might be
fun, she thought.

   It was fun.  She scrubbed and wiped the blackboards clean, and Mr. 
Harmon sat in the front row and watched her.  With just the two of them,
she knew she was all he was seeing.  She reached and stretched, and she
could feel her skirt rising halfway up her buttocks.  She knew she was
putting on a good show.

   Every now and then she looked at him and smiled.  He seemed like he was
in a different position every time she looked, too.  He looked like he was
squirming around.  She wondered if that meant he liked her show.  How could
he not, she thought.  She knew what guys liked.  Just her little
experiments with Bo had showed her that, pretty well.  Guys liked stuff
that went on between girls legs.  Front or back, it didn't matter.

   Once, just to balance things out, she turned around, and yawned and
stretched, sticking her arms high over her head.  She knew he could see her
pussy, and she was sorry for him that it was covered by the thong.  She
wondered how obvious it would look next time if she didn't wear any
panties. Now, that was an idea...

   All too quickly she was done.  He thanked her effusively, and patted her
on the head, and told her that she was his favorite.  She already knew
that. She trudged home, speculating.



   --==+==-



   Two days later she wore the thong again, just in case.  But to her
disappointment, Mr.  Harmon didn't ask her.  The next day she just wore
regular panties, and sure enough, he did ask her then.  She could see the
disappointment in Denise's eyes when he didn't ask her, and Cherry thought,
ah-ha, you do like it, you little liar.

   After the last bell rang, Cherry made her way down the busy halls. 
After much thought, she ducked into the girl's bathroom and pulled her
panties off, and stuck them into her purse.  Her heart was pounding as she
went into his room, and she wondered if she'd have the nerve to really go
through with it.  She felt like she would, she felt brave, and reckless.

   He took his seat in the front row, and she began to scrub.  She almost
forgot for a moment she didn't have on underwear.  Then she began to slowly
go higher and higher, and when her hands were about even with her head she
heard a sharp intake of breath from him.  She knew that he'd seen it, at
that moment.  He's seen my mouse, she thought, my pussy.  A man has seen my
pussy.  Well, true, my Dad's seen it, but this time it's another man.

   After that, there was no holding her back.  She went as high as she
could on the boards, feeling her skirt rise way above her butt.  She knew
he could see through her legs, and maybe see some of her pussy.  She dared
herself to do it, and finally dropped the sponge on the floor, and bent at
the waist to pick it up slowly, spreading her buttocks apart, knowing that
he was getting to see her cute little asshole.  She knew her asshole was
cute, Bo had told her a few years ago.  He'd even kissed it, he liked it so
much.  Her dad had liked it, and kissed it, too.  She knew that Mr.  Harmon
would like it.  Guys just liked assholes, she thought.  Crazy, considering
poop comes out of there.

   She finally got a little tired of performing.  She wound it down, and at
last turned to him.  "Anything else, Mr.  Harmon?"

   He just stared at her for a few moments.  Then he shook his head. 
"Cherry, Cherry," he said, "you've done enough.  You are hard on an old
man."

   Hard, she thought.  She wondered if he was hard.  She gazed at the front
of his jeans, and sure enough, she could see a lump there.  Hee hee, she
thought.  I did that.  I caused that to happen.  She felt powerful.

   She just walked straight on home, without putting her panties back on.
The fall wind was blowing, and more than once she felt her skirt rise, and
she wondered if anybody was getting to see her pussy.  It didn't bother
her. She liked the idea of showing off.  She might do it more often.  She
thought about the boys in her grade, and which of them it might be fun to
tease and show off to.  Strangely, no one rose to mind.  All the boys her
age were jerks, it seemed like.  She realized that she mostly liked older
guys.  Older guys like Mr.  Harmon.

   She didn't put her panties back on that night, until time for school the
next morning.  It felt good to be naked below, all evening and in bed.  It
turned her on.



   --==+==-



   She decided to take it a step further, and try one of her other
teachers. She had a teacher she really liked, a guy teacher, but he was in
her least favorite subject.  Math.  Maybe, she thought, maybe I can stay
late and he can help me with something.  Maybe that's the way to start.

   She wore the thong the next day.  The thong was getting a little gummy,
she'd worn it three days now without washing it.  She decided that night to
do her own special load of laundry, she still didn't want her mom to know
about it.  Anyway.  After sixth hour she hurried to Mr.  Dylan's room,
hoping he was there.  He was.

   "Mr.  Dylan," she asked, "Can you help me understand some stuff?" That
part wasn't a lie, she really did need help understanding math.  He smiled
at her, and agreed to help.  Of course he did, she was a cute girl.  He
liked cute girls, that was one of the fringe benefits of being a junior
high teacher.  He dragged a chair up to his desk for her, and she sat down
and pulled her book out.  Twenty minutes later, she noticed how far her
skirt had ridden up on her thighs.  She figured her panties, no, her thong,
was just about visible to him.  He seemed very interested in her problems,
and she was paying pretty close attention to him, since he was being
helpful.  She actually started feeling like she might get a handle on math.

   A few minutes later she knew he could see her thong.  Her skirt was
pretty high, and she'd removed the book from her lap and set it on his
desk. He was staring at her with a dreamy expression on his face, and some
of his answers didn't make sense.  She figured he was entranced with what
she was showing him, between her legs.  She started realizing just how much
power she had over guys...  it was incredible, really...  what just a peek
at her pussy would do...  even when she had on panties.  Incredible.

   She decided to come back a few days later with no panties on.  He
finally seemed to wake up, and she thanked him, and he thanked her.  She
giggled to herself, she knew what he was really thanking her for.  She
left, and walked home, feeling elated.  Elated, and powerful.



   --==+==-

   Her mom was gone to a class, and her dad grilled hamburgers.  Even her
brothers seemed way less obnoxious than usual.  They were old enough by now
that they spent most of their time in their own private worlds, anyway. 
The oldest had even started driving, although he never had any gas money.

   They ate, and the boys wandered off.  Cherry decided that this would be
a good opportunity to do laundry, since her Mom was out for the evening. 
She warned her dad she was going to spend the evening in the basement doing
laundry, and winked at him, thinking about how long it'd been since the two
of them had any private together time.  It was about time, she thought. 
And Cherry was always ready.

   He gave her long enough to think that he wasn't going to come, and then
suddenly she turned around and there he was.  She jumped and squealed, and
then giggled.  She knew they were safe, she knew if he came down he would
have locked the door.  She didn't figure there was any danger of her
brothers coming down, anyway.

   "Daddy," she said, making her voice whiney.

   He laughed.  He knew her tricks.  "What, Cherry baby?"

   "Make love to me, Daddy.  Make love to my sweet little mouse."

   Less than a year ago, Cherry and her Dad had started having actual pussy
sex, after he picked her up from school one day, took her to a clinic, and
got her on the pill.  They had tried to have anal sex before that, but it
was uncomfortable for her, since he was so big.  She loved getting to have
regular sex, real sex as she thought of it, and the two of them had had a
hard time at first keeping things under wraps, and not getting caught. 
They had spent a nervous hour once, hiding in the far end of the cellar, as
her mom did laundry and hummed to herself in the basement.  They had sworn
to be careful after that, and the next few times they fucked they'd done it
at a motel in town.  Cherry could tell, though, this time, that the time
was right.  Her mom would be gone all evening.  She felt like this time it
was safe.

   Her dad approached, and almost picked her up in his arms.  She let him
squeeze the breath out of her, and their lips met.  She felt his hands
inside the seat of her pants as they kissed.  He squeezed and rubbed her
buttocks, finally touching her asshole, and she giggled.  She reached down
and unzipped his pants, and he helped her draw his cock and balls out of
the opening.  He was hard already, of course, he'd probably gotten hard
upstairs thinking about her waiting for him downstairs.

   She turned, and crawled under the railing to lie on the landing of the
stairs.  It was just the perfect height, they'd found out.  She spread her
legs wide, and pulled her skirt up past her waist.  She felt him behind
her, and he kneeled on the concrete floor, and she felt his tongue on her
cunt.  Oh, she liked this part.  He licked and sucked and rubbed her, and
she squirmed and wiggled on her belly.  After a few minutes of this he
arose, and she felt his cock touch the outer lips of her cunt.  Ah, she
thought, let the ride begin.  He fucked her gently at first, and then
pounded harder and harder.  He was mindful of her, though, he still thought
of her as a little girl, I mean, he told himself, she's only twelve years
old.  How did I ever end up, he thought, fucking my twelve year old
daughter?  What is wrong with me?  How long is this going to go on?

   He wanted it to go on forever.  He loved her deeply and desperately, as,
of course, he would have even if they hadn't been fucking.  It just seemed
so natural to him.  She'd seemed like a very sexual creature, even as a
child.  He knew that she'd fucked around as a child, she'd told him, and
her level of experience when they first started was pretty damn high.  He
had never figured out with who, though.  He had suspected their next door
neighbor's boy, Bobby, for a long time, but the boy's mother once had
confided in his wife that she thought the boy was gay.  Still...

   Anyway, he pounded away at her sweet cunt, her juices drying on his
face. She had the tastiest cunt he'd ever tasted, and he loved licking on
her.  The time they'd spent in the motel room was precious to him, she'd
supposedly been spending the night with a friend, and he'd supposedly been
on a fishing trip, and they'd spent hours just wrestling around in the bed,
just consuming each other.  Her love for sex was almost frightening to him
at times, she seemed light-years ahead of where he felt a twelve-year-old
should be, and he wondered yet again when and how she had started.  She had
no secrets from him, except that one.

   She came, loudly, as she did when all her inhibitions were stripped
away, and he let himself cum too, pumping her wonderful little cunt full of
his sperm.  He just held her for a while when they stopped, and felt her
hot body cooling off.  He finally pulled out of her with a little squishy
noise, and she slowly got up, pulling her skirt back down.  They stopped
and held each other again for a while, and he murmured to her, and rubbed
her back.  He felt a twitch from his dick, yet again.  Oh, he thought, if
only it was a free world, and we could do what we wanted...  I'd fuck this
girl every day, three or four times a day.  All I want to do is fuck her.
All I think about is fucking her.  I fucked my wife last night, but I was
thinking about Cherry.  What, he thought, what is going to become of us? 
Where is this leading?

   He finally trudged back upstairs, and sat in front of the TV, thinking.
She finished up her laundry, and joined him, and they waited for the woman
of the house to arrive.  They were pretty good at this by now, this double
life, this hidden life.



   --==+==-

   Well, she thought that morning, after she woke up, today is Mr.  Dylan's
day.  We'll see how he'll react, how he'll do when he's confronted by a
furry little mouse in his room.  She put the thong on, it was her favorite
by now, and she was planning a shopping trip to buy more of them.  That
might even have possibilities, she thought.  She was so charged up she was
seeing everything in terms of sexual possibilities, now.  She realized that
might be a little extreme for someone barely twelve years old, but what the
hell.  She enjoyed sex.  It was that simple to her.

   School went okay, nothing really outstanding, until after school.  She
went to the girls restroom, and put the thong in her purse, and made her
way to Mr.  Dylan's room.  He was there, helping another student, and she
politely sat and waited until he was done.  The boy left the room, and he
turned to her expectantly.

   "Yes, my dear?" he said, and she smiled her sweetest smile at him.

   "I just have a few more questions, Mr.  Dylan, if you would be so kind?"

   "Oh, of course, Cherry, I love it when students come to me.  I
appreciate it that you care enough to help yourself by asking me."

   "Yes, that," she said, smiling again.  He pulled up a chair for her, and
this time she noticed it was right across from him, instead of side by
side. She sat, and modestly crossed her legs.  Don't want the show to start
too early, she thought.  Plus, she knew when she crossed her legs with a
skirt on, the skirt rose pretty high.  Sure enough, immediately, she saw
his eyes dart down, then back at her face, then down again.  She almost
felt mean, but it made her laugh inside.  Guys.  So predictable.  And so
helpless, in the face of pussy.

   He explained a few things, and once again, she actually learned
something.  Before it was over they were laughing and giggling about silly
stuff going on in the school social scene, and Cherry was sitting flat, her
legs side by side.  The time is now, she thought, let the curtain rise. 
Let the show begin.

   She slowly spread her legs further and further apart, until, several
minutes later, they were at the sides of her chair.  She didn't dare look
down, but she could feel her skirt, and it felt pretty high.  She could,
however, tell from the look on his face and his body language that he was
seeing exactly what she wanted him to see.  He'd just gone totally limp,
all except for his crotch, which had tented up.  Tented up pretty far, she
noticed.  Interesting.  She wondered just how brave she was.  Just how far
she would take this.  The door to the room was solid, no window.  The
windows to the outdoors were two stories off the ground.  The door had a
lock, from inside.  Only the janitors could enter, if the door was locked.
This had...  possibilities.

   She wondered if she was really ready for another man, other than Bo and
her Dad, to fuck her.  She just accepted without really thinking about it
if she locked the door that Mr.  Dylan would end up fucking her.  She had
no doubts in her power to make that happen.  She knew what guys liked.

   He was entranced, now, hypnotized.  He stared down at her sweet,
beautiful cunt without shame or reservation.  He was no idiot.  He knew
this was no accident.  He knew she was putting on a show.  Oh, he
appreciated it, no doubt about that.  He loved it.  He ate it up.

   Hers wasn't the first junior high cunt he'd seen, or even gone further
with.  He'd been a teacher long enough to know the rules, though, and in
spite of whatever he'd done in the past he'd managed to stay out of jail,
at least.  He was going to be just as careful with this one.  He'd take
from her what he could get, within reason.  He knew the rules, and he knew
how to bend them.

   Her pussy was more beautiful to him than any he'd ever seen, though.  He
wondered if it really was, or if it was just because he hadn't got to see
one in a long time.  It was beautiful, and jeezus, he thought, it looks
tasty.  It was perfectly formed, with two fat cunt lips disappearing below,
and he swore he could see the little bud of her clit sticking out.  And a
beautiful little patch of pussy fuzz...  it was just too much.  This might
be the one, he thought, this might be the one that gets inside my radar.

   Cherry was amused at her power over him.  He'd even stopped talking,
he'd stopped pretending, he was just sitting there staring at her cunt. 
Ah, the power of pussy, she thought.  At twelve years old, she knew it
well. She knew she had something between her legs that guys would kill and
die for.  She imagined even her own brothers would do anything she asked of
them, just for a peek and a taste of her pussy.  Hell, look at her dad. 
She knew he was totally in her power.  Right then and there she began to
formulate a plan, just for fun, to see how much resistance her brothers had
against her power.

   "Cherry," said Mr.  Dylan finally, stretching her name out.

   "Yes, Mr.  Dylan?" she said.

   "You are a very special girl, Cherry," he finally said.  "I'm pretty
sure you have nothing to worry about in my class.  I'm sure you'll make an
A plus.  Maybe an A plus plus, if I can figure out how."

   Hee hee, she thought.  Well, that was nice.  She knew she was only
making a C or so right now.  An A would be nice.  How handy pussies were,
she thought.  Who would have thought a little mouse could make such a
difference.

   He finally sighed deeply, and looked her in the eyes.  "Cherry," he
said, "You have made a sad old man very happy.  God bless you, child.  You
are incredible, and you are my favorite.  Please feel free to come see me
anytime."

   "Oh, I will, Mr.  Dylan, I promise," she giggled, and gathered up her
books.  She felt good on the way home at the things he'd said.  She knew
she'd made his day.  Hell, what guy doesn't like to glimpse a cute little
pussy every now and then.



   --==+==-

   She let almost a week go by, before she did anything sexy at school
again.  Just to break the monotony she went and saw Mr.  Harmon on Friday,
and it went better than she'd ever planned.  She still really liked Mr. 
Harmon, he was younger than Mr.  Dylan, and he seemed alive, or something
elusive, to her.  He actually, sometimes, as he made history come alive for
her, he actually made her pussy wet, for reasons she didn't really
understand.

   Anyway, she stopped in the girls restroom and removed her panties, in
what was getting to be a ritual for her.  She made her way to Mr.  Harmon's
room, and shut the door softly.  He looked up at the click, and smiled at
her.  She thought for a second, and then reached down and clicked the lock.
He sat and watched her walk towards him.

   "What can I do for you, sweetheart?" he asked, and she smiled.

   "Nothin'.  Just thought you might wanna talk." she said.  And look at my
pussy, she thought.

   He smiled broadly at her.  "Yes, I'll always have time for you.  You are
my favorite, Cherry."

   She just smiled, and sat.  She felt aggressive today for some reason,
she didn't really realize it, but she felt horny.  She was ready to play.
She sat, placed a leg on each side of the chair.  She knew her skirt was
almost high enough already to show him her pussy.  She talked and they
laughed, and she felt her skirt inch higher and higher, and watched his
gaze shift lower and lower.  Just like Mr.  Dylan, he was no idiot.  He
knew this was no accident.  He knew she was putting on a little show, just
for him.

   Finally, she realized that the conversation was pretty much one-sided.
Her side.  He was just sitting there, and staring at her cunt.

   "Mr.  Harmon," she finally said, fanning herself with a magazine, "is it
hot in here, or what?"

   "Yeah," he said distantly, "it's pretty hot in here."

   "Cherry!" he said, a moment later, and she jumped.

   "Yes?" she said, wondering at his change of attitude.

   "Cherry, darling, please tell me.  Please.  Why are you here?"

   "Why am I...  here?" she was almost puzzled.

   "Yes, darling...  why are you here, in my room.  What do you want?  What
do you expect?" He almost seemed urgent to her, like he just had to know.
Like he doesn't?  she asked herself.  Did he just want to get it out in the
open?  Was he confused about what she wanted?  She felt sorry for him, in a
way, she felt like maybe he thought she'd been simply jerking his chain, or
something.

   "Mr.  Harmon," she finally said, giving it some thought, "I'm not here
to jerk your chain.  Or to tease you.  I just thought I might be able to
make you happy, somewhat...  does that make sense?"

   "Yes, darling," she said, smiling encouragingly.  At least he wasn't
mad, she realized.

   "I don't...  I don't do this...  to just everybody..." well, that was
kind of a half-truth, but...  she went on, "just to people I think might...
appreciate it.  And you're pretty much it." Well, that was a lie, too,
there was Mr.  Dylan.  Anyway, she felt like she'd been fair with him, and
she'd tried to give him an answer he could live with.

   "You," he said slowly, "you are a very special young lady.  What you are
giving me is worth a million dollars.  I just want you to realize all the
risks...  I want you to be very careful sharing what you have..."

   "I know, Mr.  Harmon," she said, "I think I understand.  And, like I
said, I'm not like this with everyone.  I just thought you'd...  appreciate
me more than most.  And I like you."

   "Oh, darling," he said, almost choking up, "I like you.  I like you a
lot."

   "Mr.  Harmon," she said, thinking of something, "don't worry, I'm on the
pill."

   She leaned forward, and he leaned into her.  Their lips met for an
instant, and then returned for a longer kiss.  A few minutes later they
came up for air.  She was sitting in his lap, facing him, and his hands
were sunk deep in her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them.  She made a
wordless noise, and began to unbutton her shirt.

   Five minutes later he carefully laid her down across his desk, and
kneeled on the floor.  Her cunt was sweet to him, sweeter than the sweetest
candy, sweeter than ice cream.  He ate her up.  He tongued her hard clit,
and felt her legs twitch and shiver.  He stuck his tongue into her cunt as
far as he could, and tasted the deep juices inside her.  He reached down
and freed his erection, it was hard and insistent, wanting its turn.  Your
time is coming, he thought.  He knew how this would end.

   He ate her pussy for fifteen minutes, never wanting it to end.  She
came, and he thought she came again.  She was more open and more
uninhibited than any young girl he knew, and even most of the older ones.
He wondered what she'd done in the past, the way she was.  He doubted if he
was her first.

   After she came a second time, she sat up and locked gazes with him.

   "Mr.  Harmon.  Fuck me, please," was all she said.  He gulped.  This was
the point of no return.  No matter what happened, though, he knew it would
be worth it.  He didn't doubt her, not a bit...  he had no worries about
her turning on him and turning him in.  It was hard for him to get over a
career of "doing the right thing," like he had been.  This wasn't the first
time he'd been confronted with something like this.  It was, however, the
first time he was going to give in to it.

   His cock was already out.  He stood, and scooted her a little further
towards the edge of the desk.  He didn't even seem to have to touch his
cock to guide it to the right place, it just seemed like it knew.  In a
moment, the head of his cock was nestled into her sweet pussy lips, at the
mouth of her cunt.  He began to push in, slowly.  She was tight, tight and
sweet.  Her cunt was wet, he could feel it on him.  He pushed a little
further, and she moaned.  He hoped she was enjoying it.  He knew she wasn't
a virgin, it hadn't even occurred to him to think she might have been.  Her
level of experience, her self-assuredness...  he knew she'd done this
before.

   At last he was in her all the way.  He pulled out slightly, and pushed
back in.  She sighed and moaned.  He began to pump her in earnest. 
Thankfully, she was pretty quiet.  After a few minutes, though, he had no
trouble figuring out when she came.  She came hard, her hands scrabbling on
his desk, her leg muscles tightening up...  she had a good cum.

   He felt his prostate give a pinch, and then he was cumming, harder than
he had in ages.  His legs almost buckled.  He had a cum worthy of hers, he
thought.  It just felt so goddam good he wanted to lie down beside her and
hold her.  He wished he could.  He started wondering right then and there
how he could get her into a motel for a weekend or something.  He was
totally lost to her.



   --==+==-

   Cherry finally sat up and scooted off his desk.  she went to him and
they hugged for a few moments, and then she gathered up her stuff, and
walked to the door.  They exchanged long soulful glances one last time, and
she left.  She slowly walked home, thinking about what had just happened.
She felt good about it, she felt like she'd really given him something
special, something that he would remember.  She giggled as a drop of his
sperm ran down the inside of her leg.  She idly wondered about taking it
further, maybe he could do like her dad had done, and rent a motel room...
anyway, that was something to think about.

   She got home, went to her room and called Francesca.  They had lots to
talk about.



   --==+==-

   The only notable thing that happened that weekend was an accident, but
it allowed her to put her plan for her brothers into action.  That Saturday
night, her little brother Rex was in the bathroom, when Cherry needed it,
and needed it bad.  She could have gone downstairs, but she saw this as an
opportunity.  He hadn't locked the door, she she opened it, and yelled at
him to hide his eyes.  He yelped, and started whining immediately, but she
went on in, seeing his naked form in the shower, behind the dimpled glass.
She had just had to pee, but she figured, what the hell, it might be sexy
for him, and she sat until she managed to drop a turd in the toilet. 
"Sorry!" she sang gaily, giggling.  He started cussing, and suddenly he
slid the glass open a few inches, and glared out at her.  She was wiping
her bottom, and she giggled some more, and finally stood, and mooned him,
wiggling her bare ass at him.  She felt like she did it way longer than the
typical moon time, she wanted him to get a good look, and she bent way
over, so she figured he could see her asshole.  He was speechless after
that, and she finally left the bathroom, still giggling.

   That night after everyone went to bed, she sneaked into his bedroom.  He
had the whole bedroom to himself now, Dennis was sleeping in the room made
in the garage.  He was awake, of course, watching TV, and he turned to her
in disgust.

   "What?" he said.  She giggled.  Cherry giggled a lot.

   "Rex, did you like seeing my butt?" she asked.

   "Oh, god," he said, smacking himself in the forehead.

   "Come on," she said, "tell the truth.  Did you like seeing my ass?"

   He just stared at her for a while.  She wondered again, as she often
did, just how smart he was.  It seemed like it took his brain forever to
process stuff.

   "Yes, it was cute," he finally said, and then seemed to bite his lip.

   "Cute.  Hell yeah it's cute," she said.

   "Well, what do you think it is?" he said, almost puzzled.

   "It's tight, white and outa sight for you, buddy.  I just wondered if
you liked it."

   "Yeah...  it was cool...  it was...  sexy," he finally said.  Gears
seemed to be turning slowly in his head.  She wondered if he would ever
realize how something like this, a nocturnal visit with sexual
conversation, might be construed as an invitation for yet more sexual
activity.  She just didn't have much hope for the boy.

   "Cherry," he finally said, as she sat there, on the foot of his bed. 
"Cherry, show it to me again!  Please, please, please?"

   She giggled.  The little beggar.  She stood up and turned around.  She
lifted her nightgown smoothly.  She was prepared for this, she wasn't
wearing any panties.  She tried to imagine what was going through his mind.
She knew she had a nice ass, for a twelve year old.

   She bent over, and stared at him through her knees.  She reached up,
placed a hand on each buttock, and spread her ass apart.  She could see him
jerk his whole body, visibly.  She wondered if his little cock was hard. 
She imagined it probably was.  Young boys were pretty easily turned on,
from what Francesca had told her.  Francesca had said the wind just had to
blow, and their weenies would get hard.  Cherry wiggled her ass around,
spreading it far apart, and squeezing her asshole shut and relaxing it. 
She spread her legs further apart, and moved her hands down to her pussy,
spreading it apart as best she could, considering it was in between her
legs.  She finally started feeling dizzy, and stood up, and turned around.

   "Okay, you saw mine, now I get to see yours," she said, and pure panic
appeared on his face.

   "Blug," he said, or something similar.  She cut him off sharply.

   "Rex, I've seen it, remember?  I have pictures to prove it."

   He slumped, defeated.  He just stared at her, and she made a motion with
her hand.  Come on, do it.  He finally reached down and unsnapped his
pajama bottoms, and pulled them down a little.

   What a cute little weenie, Cherry thought.  She examined it critically.
Let's see, she thought, I've seen Bo, Dad and Mr.  Harmon.  This is my
fourth.  Well, fifth, I saw Dennis's also.  This one is the smallest, for
sure.  It was just a wee tiny bit smaller than Bo's.  She almost started
doing the usual things she did when she saw a weenie, and she realized that
she was getting ready to feel it in her mouth.  She stopped, realizing that
Rex probably couldn't handle that yet.

   "Cute, Rex, cute," she finally said, "thanks.  You have a nice weenie.
Thanks for showing me." With visible relief he pulled his pajamas back up,
and snapped them.

   "Rex," she wanted to leave him with something to think about.  And she
wanted to gauge his bravery.  This would be a good test.  "If you wanna see
more, and maybe play around a little, ask Dennis if we can do it in his
room.  In the garage.  Where we can lock the door."

   He gulped, visibly, and nodded.  She smiled at him, and left his room.
She went to her room and went to bed, satisfied and happy.  This might be
fun.  And Monday?  Monday was Mr.  Dylan's day.



   --==+==-

   Rex surprised her.  He didn't waste any time.  Dennis confronted her,
about noon the next day, as she lay in the hammock in the back yard.  He
came out the back door, and came right to her.

   "Hi," said Cherry, casually.  She expected more from Dennis.  He was a
little smarter, not just because he was older.  He caught on quicker than
Rex.

   Dennis got right to the point.  "Rex says you wanna come to my room
tonight.  And play around."

   "Well...  actually I said if he wants..."

   "You know what I mean."

   "Does that bother you?"

   "No," he said.  He shook his head.  "Come anytime you wish."

   "Okay," she said.  "We'll see what happens."



   --==+==-

   That night she got ready, putting on her littlest and cutest nightgown,
and no panties.  She sat and waited, and finally heard a slight hesitant
knock on her door.  She made a noise, and Rex slowly opened her door.

   "You ready?" he asked, and she nodded and followed him.  They made their
way downstairs quietly, and to the garage door, which was open slightly. 
They entered, and Rex carefully shut the door and locked it.  Dennis was
waiting, wearing a pair of cut-offs.  Rex, of course, was wearing his
pajamas.

   "Well, well," Cherry said, feeling how powerful she was.  She knew these
two would agree to anything to see what she had.  If they were brave
enough.

   Dennis was smarter than Rex, though.  There followed some negotiations
designed to protect Dennis from repercussions, and Cherry had to make some
silly promises.  She thought the whole thing was silly, but she realized
because of events of the past, this was probably necessary before he'd
allow himself to be put in potentially compromising positions.

   Rex seemed eager to get on with it, and he couldn't keep his eyes off
Cherry.  Finally all was agreed on, and Cherry had Dennis assured that
she'd left her phone in her room, and then three of them just sat in
silence for a moment.

   "Well, boys, what now?" Cherry finally said.  The two of them looked a
bit like they were caught in headlights.  She realized that they just
didn't know where to go from here.

   "Wanna all get naked?" she said, and they got even scareder looking. 
Well, shit, she thought.  Was this a good idea, with these two doofuses?

   "Come on, you two, if you wanna play, you have to do something," she
finally said, and stood up, and slid her nightgown over her head.  The
sight of her naked body galvanized the two boys, and Rex was scrambling to
get his pajamas off, after that.  Dennis was a little slower, but he
finally drew his cut-offs down, exposing his cute little hard weenie. 
Well, it wasn't that little, Cherry thought.  It was a decent one.

   "That's more like it," she said, smiling at them.  She sat down on the
bed, grabbed a couple of pillows, and leaned back on them, her legs over
the edge of the bed.  She spread her legs, and smiled up at her brothers.

   "Check it out, you guys, if you wish," she said, indicating her pussy.
Dennis surprised her, he was first this time, he fell to his knees in front
of her cunt, and placed his arms on her upper thighs.  He examined her cunt
closely, finally daring to touch it, spreading the lips apart, and even
touching her clit.  She sighed, strangely happy, even though she usually
couldn't stand these two, she was happy to be making them happy.

   "My turn," said Rex, but Dennis didn't move.  He put his hands under
Cherry's legs and lifted them up, trying to see her asshole.  She finally
giggled and rolled over and stuck her butt up in the air, and she felt him
spread her butt cheeks apart.  She felt his face brush her ass, and she
knew he was sniffing her.  She hadn't had a bath since last night, so she
knew she would definitely have a smell.  She hoped he liked it.

   Dennis finally reluctantly gave up his spot, and Rex settled in between
her legs.  Her butt was still in the air, and she felt his hands all over
her ass, finally touching her right in the center of her asshole.  She
giggled at that, and it made him brave, and he stuck his finger in a little
ways.

   "Lick your finger," said Cherry, and he did, and then stuck it in again.
She could feel his finger inside her asshole, and it felt sexy.  I'm gonna
fuck these two, she realized at that moment.  I just thought I'd show them
a thing or two, but before this is over, I'm gonna fuck one or both of
them.

   She finally rolled back over, so Rex could get a good look at her cunt.
He seemed to enjoy that immensely, she could hear him grunt in
satisfaction, and once again, his hands were all over her.  He spread and
poked and rubbed, and it actually felt pretty good to her.  About this time
Dennis crawled up on the bed, and presented his cock to her, about four
inches from her face.

   "Cherry," he said, almost apologetically, "Will you...  can you..." she
just motioned him closer, and took his cock in her mouth.  He had a nice
one, she decided, not near as big as Dad's, but a nice one.  She sucked
hard, and felt him twitch in response.

   This went on for a while, Rex played with her pussy, while she sucked
Dennis's dick.  She was having a good time, this was something new to her,
two at once.  Rex was pretty good at what he did, he seemed to
instinctively realize that her clit was important, and he spent a lot of
time wiggling his finger on it.  She realized she was close to cumming,
finally.

   "Guys, I'm gonna cum...  keep doing that, Rex," she said, and took
Dennis's cock back in her mouth.  She sucked hard, hoping he would cum,
too. She finally felt the familiar twitches in her legs, and she had a nice
cum, nice and hard.  She was careful not to bite Dennis, and just about the
time she finished she felt his body jerk, and he came in her mouth.  He
came a lot, she had a hard time gulping it all down, and she could tell it
was a good cum for him.

   She finally dropped his now-flaccid cock, and motioned for Rex to get
up. He stood before her, and she leaned forward, and took his smaller cock
in her mouth.  She sucked him hard, playing with his balls, and he came
quickly, after just a few dozen sucks.  He filled her mouth, as much as his
brother had, and she gulped and slurped, getting it all down without a
mess.

   The three of them regarded each other when it was all over, and Cherry
thought, there, maybe they like me a little bit better now.

   "You guys," she finally said, "let's do this again next weekend, and you
guys can fuck me.  Okay?" She realized that they'd probably be hard again
pretty quick, but she didn't want to over-do it with them.  She wanted them
to wait for the big one.  She wanted to stretch this out, for some reason.

   Both the boys nodded eagerly, they were hooked on her already.  They
would do anything for a taste of this again.



   --==+==-

   Monday morning came all too quickly.  Cherry got up, and put a cute
little outfit on, with a nice short skirt.  She thought about it for a
moment, and then slid her sleeping panties down her legs.  She didn't wear
any panties all day, that was kind of sexy to her to start with, and she
wanted to be all charged up for Mr.  Dylan.  She wanted to be horny for
him.

   In second hour she gave a boy a pussy peek, almost on accident, at the
last moment spreading her legs and feeling her skirt rise high.  The look
of surprise and total lust on his face was gratifying to her, and she
thought, I must do this more often.  It's fun.



   --==+==-

   That afternoon, after school, she made her way to Mr.  Dylan's room. 
She was almost nervous, she thought, I'm going here with every intention of
being fucked.  I'm not going to stop or be satisfied until I'm fucked.  She
pushed into his room, and there was Mr.  Dylan with Denise, her
arch-nemesis.  Denise was sitting across from him, her back to Cherry, and
Cherry could see her legs were spread wide.  Cherry could see both her
knees, in fact.  Oh shit, I'm too late, thought Cherry.

   "I'm sorry, I'll come back later," she called out, and fled the room. 
She walked around the school for a while, and finally, half an hour later,
went back to his room.  Denise was gone, and Mr.  Dylan was waiting for
her. She entered the room, and carefully clicked the lock, which of course
he noticed.

   "I didn't mean to disturb you guys," she said, approaching his desk.  He
just smiled.

   "Just a little afterschool lesson," he said.

   "Yeah, I could tell," said Cherry, giggling.

   "There are some remarkable similarities between you two girls," he said,
"you could be sisters."

   "Mr.  Dylan," she said, still smiling, "did Denise show you her pussy?"

   He looked a little taken aback at her forwardness.  He finally smiled,
though.

   "Yes, Cherry, like I said.  Remarkable similarities.  You, darling, are
still my favorite though."

   She knew that already.  And after today, she thought, there will be no
contest.  The chair Denise had sat in was still there, but she just put her
books in it, and remained standing.

   "Mr.  Dylan," she said, "we are both adults, here.  We can talk about
adult things without embarrassment.  With that in mind, would you like to
fuck me?"

   He was totally speechless.  He'd never encountered a girl, in all his
years of teaching, as abrupt and single-minded as this girl.  And yes, oh
yes, he wanted to fuck her very bad.  He realized that was probably
inevitable.  Before this day is out, he thought.  I'm going to fuck this
sweet thing, before this day is out.

   "Cherry," he finally managed, tongue-tied, "I would like to fuck you
very much.  You are the sweetest and most perfect thing in my world.  You
are smart and beautiful and a joy to be around.  Please, please, though,
remember me kindly, when you grow up.  Don't just remember me as a sad old
pervert who likes the taste of young girls, remember me as a friend and
someone who loves you very much."

   He thought of a lot more to say, but he didn't want to bore her.  He
almost felt like crying, at the gift she was presenting him.  He loved her
more at that moment than he had anything in his life.  This, he thought, in
spite of everything I've thought over the years, this is the single reason
I chose the career I did.  So I could meet her.  So I could be part of her
life, for a brief instant.

   She approached, and sat on his desk.  Just like she had with Mr. 
Harmon, she lay back on his desk, her legs over the edge, and pulled her
skirt up, exposing her cunt.  He melted, and scooted his chair over in
front of her, and lowered his face to her body.  The next few minutes were
very enjoyable for both of them, he was a good pussy eater, and Cherry was
having a good time.  He was too, of course, getting to eat out a sweet
young girl's cunt?  He was having a hell of a good time.  She tasted like
honey to him, sweet and sexy, her pussy had a taste and smell all its own,
better than any he'd tasted before.  He wished he could do this for hours.
He would die for this, he realized, for a weekend of this, he would simply
die.

   Cherry came once, as he ate her out.  He was good.  He finally stood up,
scooting his chair back, and she could see him unzipping his pants.  He
pulled his hard cock out, and a moment later she felt it touch her pussy
lips.  He dipped into her slowly, a half inch at a time, wetting himself
with her juices, which were flowing copiously.  She finally felt his thighs
against hers, and knew he was all the way in.  He had a dick the size of
her dad's, she thought, nice and long and fat.  It felt good inside her
body.  She felt it touching things way up inside her.  She groaned, and he
pumped again.

   He fucked her for a long time.  He was good at holding back, and she
came several times before he let himself go.  He finally pumped her full of
his sperm, clenching his buttocks together, and having a nice hard cum. 
She was good, he thought, she was every bit as good as she promised, she
was a regular little fuck queen.  How much heaven would it be, he thought,
to do this every day, to fuck something this precious and sweet every day.
He didn't know if he could stand it.

   He finally pulled out of her, and helped her sit up.  He just stood
there for a while and held her to his chest, loving the feeling of her warm
little body against his.  She was the sweetest thing he'd ever known.  He
knew she would be the last thing he thought of, on his deathbed, as he
slipped away.  This moment, he thought, this precious moment.  He almost
wanted to cry again, although, he thought, nothing says we can't do this
again sometimes.

   Cherry walked home, deep in thought, her body relaxed and warm.  Once
again, a trickle of sperm ran down her leg, and she just laughed, not
worrying about it in the slightest.  Just part of the deal, she thought.



   --==+==-

   The boys had spent the whole week in anticipation of Friday night. 
Cherry just acted like it was no big deal, but the two of them stared at
her every time they saw her, and she knew they were seeing her naked on
Dennis's bed, her legs spread.  She knew they were eager to fuck her, and
she felt a little eagerness herself, just because it was something new. 
And sex, she just plain liked sex.

   Friday night rolled around, and her mom and dad went off to bed, and
within thirty minutes Rex was scratching on her door.  She laughed, and
followed him to Dennis's room.

   Dennis was ready and waiting, and he and Rex had their clothes stripped
off before Cherry even got started.  She laughed at them, and stripped for
them, slowly, giving Dennis her panties, and watching him sniff them.  That
made her laugh, and she wondered if he did that sometimes, sneaking down in
the laundry room, and going through the dirty clothes.  I bet he sniffs
Mom's panties, too, she thought.

   She was finally naked, and she sat on the edge of Dennis's bed, and
watched the two boys stare at her naked body.

   "You guys," she finally said, and they turned their attention to her for
a moment, "you two ever fucked?  You know how?"

   Dennis turned red.  He shook his head, as did Rex.  She knew that, she
had just thought she'd give them the chance.  At least they told the truth,
she thought.

   "There's nothing to it," she said, "You just stick it in, and pump it in
and out.  Until you cum.  It's nice if I get to cum, too, if you can hold
it that long."

   The boys nodded, and she decided they were ready.

   "Well," she said brightly, "who's first?"

   Rex was almost on top of her before she could recover.  Dennis seemed
willing to let him be first, she figured Dennis was more worried about
embarrassing himself.  Rex was already climbing on top of her, and she
laughed, leaning back.  She let him get himself situated, and then gave him
a few pointers.  He finally got in the right place, and poised his cute
little cock at the mouth of her cunt.

   "Slide it in, baby," she finally said, and he did, slowly, doing the in
and out thing that seemed instinctive.  Slowly his dick became wet and
slippery, and although it wasn't near as big around as her Dad's, Cherry
realized that it felt good.  Even little dicks were fun, she thought.

   She put her hands on his butt, and helped him with his rhythm a little
bit, and finally he was going pretty good.  He didn't know what to do with
his hands, and finally he burrowed them beneath her, and grasped her ass.
He lowered his lips down to her puffy little hard nipple, and sucked hard,
and that felt good, thought Cherry.  She wished she had tits for the boys
to play with, her nipples were coming along nicely, but her tits had yet to
start.

   She had no sense of time as he pounded away on her, to her, it was as
enjoyable as when her Dad or one of her teachers fucked her.  All to soon
she felt the signs that he was fixing to come, just from the way he
tightened up, and moaned and groaned.  She hadn't managed to cum yet, but
that was okay, there was still Dennis.  And she was pretty warmed up, now.

   Rex finally shot his wad inside her, she had her hands on his ass and
she could feel dimples form on it, and then goose bumps.  He finally
slowed, and stopped, and lay on top of her, exhausted.  She let him lie
there, content herself, but finally Dennis said something, and Rex climbed
off.  Cherry excused herself to Dennis's bathroom to try and get some of
Rex's cum out of her, and a little did dribble out, and she returned to the
bed.

   Dennis had either gotten cold feet, or he didn't want to follow Rex, and
wallow in Rex's cum.  He asked Cherry if she would just suck him tonight,
and could he fuck her first next time, and she readily agreed, dropping to
her knees in front of him.  Damn, though, she thought, as she took his hard
cock in her mouth, I didn't get to cum tonight.  She'd have to do it with
her finger when she got back to bed.  Whatever, she thought.

   She sucked Dennis a long time, and finally started fingering herself as
she did, and as he came and pumped her mouth full of his sperm she had a
teeny little orgasm herself.  She had one hand down at her cunt, wiggling
her clit with her finger, and her other hand was around behind him,
wiggling her finger on his asshole.  She didn't know if he liked that or
not, but she liked doing it.

   Well, that's an evening, she thought, as she wearily climbed the stairs
after Rex.  Maybe the boys would be better brothers now.  They sure as hell
had better, or that shit would end real quick, she thought.

   She stopped to brush her teeth, and get the sperm taste out of her
mouth. Not that she minded it.  She yawned and crawled into bed.  It had
been a hell of a weekend.  Of a week.  She wondered what next week held in
store.  She wondered how often she could fuck Mr.  Harmon and Mr.  Dylan
without taking chances on getting caught.  And Denise.  That was a loose
end she'd have to tie up.  She drifted off to sleep.



   --==+==-

   Cherry Baby 4 : Gym Dandy to the Rescue





   Cherry was in love.  She was in high school now, at the tender age of
fifteen, and she was in love with gym class.  She loved playing volleyball,
and practicing gymnastics, and when the boys and girls classes combined,
she really loved it, because she loved beating boys.  Cherry didn't like
boys her own age, she thought they were immature and silly.  She liked
older men.  And little boys.  Just not boys her age.

   Cherry's best friend, Francesca, was in her gym class.  That really
added to the fun for her, she had an ally to watch her back.  Not that she
really needed it, Cherry was nice and cool and most of the other girls
liked her.  And when the boys were there, they really liked her.  A lot. 
Cherry attracted boys, even when she didn't like them back.  She attracted
boys like honey attracts bees.

   The rest of the school day was okay, but gym was definitely the best for
her.  She just liked the physical activity.  It made her feel alive or
something.  She stood the other stuff, the classroom stuff, but she liked
gym class the most.

   The only person in gym class she wasn't crazy about was a girl named
Denise.  Cherry and Denise went way back, and it wasn't always good. 
They'd kind of been a pair, for a while, scrubbing the blackboards in
junior high, but it had turned into a contest or something, Cherry really
didn't remember the details.  It just seemed like she'd been at odds with
Denise ever since.  Crazy.  Oh, well.

   Anyway, school was positively fun for her.  That was cool.  Her home
life was okay, it had its boring times of course, but it had its special
moments, too.  Those special moments had happened less and less as she grew
up, she didn't know why, but every now and then things just clicked and
came together, and that was when she was happiest of all.  When she was in
her dad's arms.  Every now and then, when her mom was out shopping or with
friends, they managed to steal a few moments of togetherness, of happiness.
That made her life even more worthwhile to her.

   Her brothers, even.  Though her oldest brother Dennis had moved out, she
still found time for them, her younger brother Rex sometimes positively
begged for her attention, and it was easy to make time for him, after her
parents had gone to bed.  Rex had, for all his faults, become a fairly
skilled lover over the last three years, and she was proud of her part in
his education.  Her relationship with Dennis was a little more cerebral,
they enjoyed each others company, and she had, oddly enough, with her
parents knowledge and approval, spent the night with him at his apartment
more than once.  They had, of course, done little else than fuck like
animals the whole time, to her satisfaction.  Dennis was one of her
favorites.  She couldn't have decided between him or her dad, if she'd had
to choose.

   Her teachers...  that got a little more complicated...  she had fucked
one of them, Mr.  Harmon, off and on for two years, until he'd taken
another job.  Another, Mr.  Dylan, was her very special friend, and she'd
fucked him for almost three years, now.  She'd even spent the weekend with
him once, in a motel room, fucking and eating ice cream and watching TV. 
Mostly fucking, though.  She had her eye on the boys basketball coach, but
he was difficult for her to approach.  Her mind was working on that one,
though.  Her life was very busy, and her sex life was through the roof. 
Cherry liked to fuck.  That was pretty much the long and short of it. 
She'd started fucking when she was barely six years old, and now, it was
pretty much her life.  She was happiest when she was fucking.  She knew it
wasn't normal for a fifteen year old girl to fuck so much, if at all.  She
had friends who were still virgins, in fact.  But, for her, it was her
life. She liked to fuck.



   --==+==-

   Anyway.  When she wasn't fucking, she was usually at school, and often
as not, she was in gym class.  She went there after school, and hung out
until Mr.  Muhderna ran her off.  One day, she walked in and tossed her
books down, and went looking for somebody to shoot the breeze with. 
Anybody.  To her disappointment, the only other girl, the only other
person, in fact, in the whole gym room was Denise.

   Denise just stared at her.  Cherry thought, what the hell, and started
talking with the girl, just to see if they could be civil to each other, if
not friends.  Cherry finally grabbed a basketball, and they started tossing
it back and forth, and shooting goals every now and then.

   Denise wasn't that bad, Cherry thought, she could carry on a decent
conversation, at least.  Mr.  Muhderna finally showed up, and he sat and
talked with them for a while, and finally went in his office.

   "Well, I guess I gotta go," said Denise, finally.  Cherry nodded.

   "I think I'll shower real quick," Cherry said, walking towards the
showers.  Denise followed.

   "Yeah, I probably better too," she said, and they went on in, and
stripped down, grabbed some towels, and went on into the shower.  On
impulse Cherry went to the end, where the corner was, and around the corner
when anybody walking in the door couldn't see her immediately.  Denise
followed her around the corner, seemingly without thinking about it.

   Cherry stood under the water, soaping herself down, and looking at
Denise.  Denise was pretty good looking, she thought to herself, and she
had the nicest tits ever, full and globular, just fantastic.  I've got nice
tits, thought Cherry, but those...  damn...  she idly wondered what it
would take for Denise to let her touch them.

   "Denise," Cherry said, "do my back please."

   She turned, and heard Denise giggling at she felt the other girl scrub
her back.  Denise stopped right above her butt, though.  Well, thought
Cherry, let's work on this.

   "Okay, turn around," Cherry said, and Denise turned around.  Cherry took
the washrag and washed the other girl's back, and went down to her butt. 
She washed the cheeks of Denise's ass, feeling the other girl start and
then tense up.  She wanted to go right down the middle of it, but she
didn't figure the time was right, yet.

   "Denise," Cherry said, thinking, get it out in the open, "Denise, you
ever made it with a girl?"

   Denise gave a sharp little barking laugh.  When Cherry turned, she saw
that Denise was red with embarrassment.  "No," she said.  "You?"

   "No.  But," Cherry would have gone further, but Denise interrupted.

   "Cherry.  Did you fuck Mr.  Dylan last year?"

   It was Cherry's turn to give a little laugh.  Do I want to admit this?
she thought to herself.  Do I want to tell this girl my secrets before I
know her that well?

   She finally sighed.  "Yes, Denise...  I did it with him."

   Denise smiled.  "I thought so!  Damn, girl...  you go!" She seemed
positively happy for Cherry.

   "And Mr.  Harmon," Cherry added.

   Denise's eyes grew wide.  "Jeezus!  Shit!  Shit-fire!" she said, almost
elated.  Cherry wondered if she'd suspected this for the last three years.

   "Mr.  Harmon was nice.  And hot.  I wish he was still here," Denise
said, wistfully.

   "Yeah, me too," said Cherry.

   They rinsed for a while, and just to keep things going soaped up again.

   "Denise," Cherry said, and Denise made a noise of assent.  "Denise, you
ever do a teacher?  I know you showed Mr.  Dylan your pussy once."

   Denise turned bright red again.  "Well, that was kind of an accident...
kind of...  no, Cherry, I've never done it, I'm still a virgin.  I know
that's stupid nowdays..."

   "No, Denise, don't think that.  If that's what you're comfortable with,
go with it.  Don't feel bad, though."

   "Well, I'm not really comfortable with it.  I'm ready, I'm ready for
something to happen."

   The wheels in Cherry's mind began to spin.  Dennis came to mind.  This
girl and Dennis would be perfect together, they were both the silent type,
and deep thinkers.  And their names fit, Dennis and Denise.  She would have
to work on this.

   "Denise," she said again, "I asked you if you ever made it with a girl
for a reason."



   --==+==-

   Denise was a good kisser, Cherry noticed that right off.  It had taken
ten minutes of sweet talking and encouragement to get her to the kissing
stage, and then she'd just melted in Cherry arms.  Their lips met, and
hadn't parted for minutes.  They were both still covered with soap, some of
it drying, they'd been out of the water for so long.  Cherry finally
dragged the other girl under a spout, and they kissed some more as water
ran down their naked bodies.

   "Cherry," Denise said, when their mouths came apart.  "Cherry, go slow
with me, please."

   Cherry wanted to do just that, but she knew they were taking a risk,
making out here in the showers.  She filled her hands with Denise's ass,
and pulled the girl to her.

   "Denise," she said, "come to my house.  Please?"

   Denise nodded, breathless.  They rinsed, and dressed, giggling to each
other.  Cherry wasn't sure how brave Denise would be, in the end, but this
looked like fun to her.  She was anxious to get home.

   They saw Rex in the parking lot, and he drove them home.  Denise sat in
the middle, and Cherry held her hand, the one Rex couldn't see.  They got
home, he dropped them off, and they raced upstairs to Cherry's room. 
Cherry locked the door, and turned to face Denise.

   "Denise.  Anything goes.  Please?" Denise looked like a deer in the
headlights, but she slowly nodded.

   They slowly stripped, their eyes never leaving the other.  Cherry jumped
on her bed, and then turned, and beckoned to Denise with her finger. 
Denise hesitantly climbed up on the bed, and then on top of Cherry.  Their
lips locked again, as Cherry ran her hands up and down the other girl's
body.  Denise was hot, she thought, this girl is fucking hot.  I am going
to taste this, in a few minutes.  I am going to eat her like a peach.

   She finally rolled Denise over, and after a final kiss made her way down
the other girl's body.  Denise was almost panting by now, and Cherry hoped
that meant she was turned on.  She was finally where she wanted to be,
right atop Denise's little mohawk of pussy hair.  She spread Denise's legs
further, and dropped her mouth onto the sweet cunt in front of her.  Denise
tasted good, oh, thought Cherry, she tastes good.  I hope I taste that
good. Sweet Jeezus, don't let this end.

   Within a few minutes, she could tell Denise had cum.  Then another, and
another.  Cherry finally crawled back up the girl's body, and kissed her.
Denise giggled, tasting her own pussy on Cherry's face and tongue.

   "You wanna try that?" said Cherry, and Denise nodded.

   "I don't know if I can do it as good as you, but I'll try," she said.

   Cherry didn't know how, but damn...  Denise was good.  She licked all
around Cherry's cunt lips, finally tonguing her clit for a moment, and then
drove her tongue into Cherry's cunt.  God, thought Cherry, the girl has a
tongue.  Denise has a tongue like my dad has a dick.  Big and thick.  It
felt wonderful to Cherry.  Denise finally pulled out of her, and Cherry
felt her hands on Cherry's butt, lifting her up slightly.  Cherry stuck her
butt up, and Denise licked down her perineum, and even touched Cherry's
asshole with her tongue.  Not bad for a beginner, thought Cherry.  She was
happy that Denise and her had both been brave enough to bring this to
fruition.  She felt like she'd made a friend, and cleared up a
long-standing misunderstanding.



   --==+==-

   Cherry walked Denise home, since Rex and his car were nowhere to be
found.  At her door she kissed Denise, who giggled.

   "See you Monday," Cherry said, and turned and walked back home.  Rex was
still gone.  She had no idea where her mother was.  Her dad was parked in
front of the TV.

   "Dad, where's Mom?" she asked.

   "She's at some convention thing.  She'll be home at ten."

   Cherry looked at her phone.  It was barely six o'clock, now.

   "Dad," she said.  "we have four hours.  Think of something to do."



   --==+==-

   Cherry clasped the stair railing, her body bent over.  Her dad drove
into her body, hard, his big cock filling her cunt completely.  God, he
felt good, she thought, and every time was like the first time all over
again.  She loved fucking her dad, he was her favorite.  He was just so
damn good at it.  She knew why her mom loved him, he was a great fuck.  He
can do this to me, she thought, and an hour later he can fuck my mom just
as hard.  He's a fucking beast.

   Cherry wanted to be in on that, bad.  She had no idea how to approach
her mom, though.  Her mom was pretty square, and Cherry knew she'd freak
supreme if she just knew Cherry and he fucked.  All the more if Cherry
tried to get them into a threesome.  After fucking around with Denise,
though, she wanted to taste her mom's cunt.  She wanted to push her tongue
into the cunt that she'd come into this world through.  She thought it had
some kind of symbolism to her, it meant something special.  She put her
mind to work on that one.  If I can pull that off, she thought, I can do
anything.

   Cherry finally came, a big one, as her Dad usually did for her.  She
groaned and moaned and even squealed a little, her whole body drenched in
sweat, her pussy juices dripping a little ways down her leg.  Her dad was a
good fuck.  She loved him for many reasons, and that was just another one.



   --==+==-

   Sunday passed, Cherry did a quickie for her brother Rex, that broke the
monotony of the day up, in her own bedroom no less, with her parents
downstairs, she fucked her middle brother, hard.  Rex was no rocket
scientist, but she'd taught him well, and he had the stamina to pound her
good.  Damn good.

   Monday afternoon she walked home slowly, passing within a few blocks of
her old junior high.  On impulse she entered the silent building, and made
her way to Mr.  Dylan's room.  To her absolute surprise and shock, Mr. 
Harmon was there, wearing a suit, sitting and talking to Mr.  Dylan.  She
squealed with pure pleasure and launched herself into his arms.  Mr.  Dylan
got up, and headed for the door.  Cherry started to tell him not to leave,
but he had just gone to lock the door, and he returned.

   They spent a few minutes getting reacquainted, and catching up.  Cherry
gave him a quick rundown of her high-school life, and he told her about his
new job.

   "Cherry," said Mr.  Dylan, sitting behind his desk.  "Bill and I were
talking, and the subject of you came up.  We had more in common than we
realized."

   Cherry giggled.  She knew what he meant.  She'd fucked both of them,
that year, for almost two years, in fact.  It was funny to her that they
were just now figuring it out.

   "You are a very special young lady, young lady," said Mr.  Dylan.

   "And a very naughty girl," added Mr.  Harmon, smiling at her.

   "Isn't that what you guys like the most?" she asked them, "naughty
girls?"

   They both nodded, and made noises of assent.  Yes, that was true, guys
liked naughty girls.  She giggled some more.

   "You guys," she finally said.  "Do you think we can...  you know?  For
old times sake?"

   They were all for it, of course.  She dropped her panties to the ground,
and stuffed them into her purse.  Mr.  Dylan helped her onto his desk, and
she lay back, pulling her skirt up to expose her cunt.  Mr.  Harmon
approached her, as Mr.  Dylan stood back and pulled his cock out of his
pants.

   "Mr.  Harmon," she said, pulling her stretch shirt up.  "I got boobies
now.  Play with them." She pulled her bra down, and he did just that,
squeezing her boobs and licking her fat nipples.  She squirmed in
enjoyment, taking his head in her hands.  He finally drifted down her body
towards her pussy.

   "You'll have to pardon me, but I've just got to get a taste of this
little...  what did you call it?  A mouse?" She giggled and nodded,
surprised that he remembered.  He licked and lapped her cunt, in heaven. 
She tasted better than he remembered, even.  He'd never dreamed he'd see
her again, even, and here he was, licking her cunt.  Again.  Maybe there is
a god, he thought.  He felt her cumming beneath his tongue, her legs
sticking straight out, and her hands clenching in his hair.  He was in love
all over again.

   Mr.  Dylan gave him fifteen minutes, and he spent the time rubbing his
dick on Cherry's tits, and letting her lick it every now and then.  Mr. 
Harmon finally reluctantly pulled away from Cherry, indicating that it was
Mr.  Dylan's turn.  Mr.  Dylan did a good job, Cherry had another orgasm as
he flicked her clit with his tongue.  Mr.  Harmon finally moved aside, and
Mr.  Dylan approached her, his cock straight out.  She sighed with pleasure
as he sank deep inside her.  This was perfect, she thought, this was a good
idea.  I gotta come by here more often.

   She walked home, almost sore.  Mr.  Harmon had fucked her hard, what
seemed like forever, and finally he quit and let Mr.  Dylan take over.  Mr.
Harmon moved to the side of the desk, and she sucked him until he finally
got to cum, filling her mouth and almost choking her.  She got the giggles
at that, and it turned into the moans as she came yet again, as Mr.  Dylan
fucked her cunt and fingered her asshole.  He went ahead and came inside
her, since no one was following him, and he filled her up, almost.  She
hadn't had this much fun in ages, she thought.  She promised herself once
again to stop by and see Mr.  Dylan more often.

   Mr.  Harmon drove her home, and let her out.  She wanted to kiss him
goodbye, but she was afraid her Mom might be watching, wondering who he
was. She waved and he drove away.  She went into the house.



   --==+==-

   Rex was all over her that evening, begging her, whining for a fuck. 
Jeezus, she thought, I've created a monster.  She finally placated him by
promising to come visit him that night, and she got her homework done. 
Later that night, after her parents had gone to bed, she crept into Rex's
room, and actually had an enjoyable hour or so being fucked by him.  His
cock had grown, over the last three years that she'd been intimate with
him, and she'd taught him well how to use it.  One thing she did like about
him, though, is his cock was still slender enough to take in her ass
without much grief.  She was almost insistent tonight that he butt-fuck
her, and he finally pounded her sweet ass hard as he fingered her cunt. 
She had a nice cum, and ducked into the bathroom to poop out his sperm
before she went to bed.

   Saturday passed, and it was nothing special.  She begged her mom to get
to spend the night with Dennis, and of course her mom agreed, and she was
on her phone to Dennis, begging him also.  He agreed, readily, he had a
girlfriend, but she didn't put out like Cherry did.  Cherry spent Saturday
night playing games with the two of them, and finally the girl left, and
she had Dennis all to herself.

   "Dennis," she said, thoughtful.

   "What, baby."

   "Do you think...  when you start fucking Lisa," he snorted.  She
stopped. "What, you don't think you'll ever get to fuck her?"

   "Cherry, she's nothing like you.  She's very...  restrained, or
something.  Maybe in another few years," he said.

   Cherry wondered why Dennis, as sexual as he seemed, would tie himself up
with somebody like Lisa.  Weird.

   "Well, anyway.  I just wondered if you thought she'd ever do a threesome
with me and you."

   "Oh god," Dennis seemed lost in thought, "that would be too much, baby.
I'm sure she wouldn't go for that now.  She'll barely let me touch her
boobs when we kiss."

   "Oh well," Cherry said, "something to think about."

   "Yeah," said Dennis, "that would be...  intense."



   --==+==-

   That night, they wrapped up in each other's arms, and kissed, slowly,
gently.  Dennis was a good lover, Cherry thought, kind and considerate,
surprising, since he'd been a little shit just a few years ago.  Funny how
things change.

   She crawled down his body, and took his hard cock in her mouth.  He had
a nice cock, not quite as big as Dad's, but nice.  She could get the whole
thing in her mouth without choking, and she did it now, pulling him deep
into her throat, almost.  Finally, minutes later, she came back up, and let
him push into her cunt.  They fucked, slowly and gently, and Cherry felt
her orgasm build up until it burst over her.  She relaxed and came, feeling
him cum beneath her, filling her body with his seed.



   --==+==-

   Monday sucked, as Mondays often do.  Even when you liked school, Mondays
suck.  Gym class brightened her day, Denise came up to her, smiling, and
she smiled back.  She felt like she'd really done something with Denise,
she'd proved something.  She liked Denise.  They even managed a quick kiss
in the showers, after the other girls had all left.  Cherry wanted more, of
course, but she was no idiot.  Really, when she thought about it, she was
amazed that she didn't have a reputation around the school, for putting
out. Because, hell, she put out.  Maybe it was because she only put out for
man teachers and brothers and her dad.  She was sure if she fucked a boy
from school, word would get around in a hurry.  She'd known other girls
that had that happen.

   Tuesday was even better.  She passed Mr.  Odom, the boy's basketball
coach, in the hallways, and stopped to talk with him.  Before it was over
she had a promise of a job, well, a non-paying job, with the team, and she
thought, aha, that will give me access.  He was hot, the coach, young and
athletic, his body hard.  She was hungry for him.  He'd told her to stop by
his office, and that's what she did, Wednesday.

   That quick, she was sitting in his lap, giggling.  He was afraid someone
would come in the door, though, so she finally got up.  She sat in a
folding chair in front of him, giving him beaver shots, even though she was
wearing panties.  Gotta start out slow, she thought.  He seemed to just
love the shit out of her, and told her to come back the next day, and he'd
help her fill out her paperwork.  Whatever that was, she thought.

   That night, Rex was gone somewhere, and it was just her and her dad.  He
followed her into her room, and locked the door.  They fucked, on her bed,
softly and slowly, for what seemed like hours, until he got a text that her
Mom was on her way home.  He pounded her to a quick finish, and she felt
like the bottom dropped out of her stomach, she came so hard.  She liked
long slow fucks, but she liked fast hard endings, too.  Her dad was
perfect, his style fit her style totally.

   "Dad," she said, as she dressed, and he pulled his shorts back on.

   "What, darling?" he replied.  He was so in love with this little girl
that he realized he would give her anything she asked.  She was his life.
He loved his wife, but this girl...  it was way beyond love.  How it hurt
him to see her grow up a little every day, knowing that someday she would
have enough of him.  She didn't seem close to that now, but he knew it was
inevitable.

   "Dad," she said, finishing getting dressed and opening the door to her
room.  They started down the stairs.  "Do you think there's any way...  I
know this is going to sound crazy, now,"

   "Go on," he said.

   "Do you think there's any way you or I can convince Mom...  to fuck
around with us?"

   He laughed.  That was the only thing left in his fantasy world.  If he
could pull that off, he could die happy.  To fuck his sexy wife and his
super-sexy little girl at the same time...  jeezus.  He probably would die,
of happiness.  But, reality intruded.

   "Cherry, baby," he sighed, "your mom is a wonderful woman, and very
sexy...  very sexual, in fact...  but I don't think she's ready for that. I
don't think she ever will be, in fact.  She has a code, or something, a
code of behavior that you and I seem to lack.  Even the boys aren't as
square as she is."

   Cherry giggled, wondering what her Dad would think if he knew she fucked
her two brothers, in addition to him.

   "I wish, Cherry," he finally said, "I wish.  That would be the sexiest
thing ever.  It would be the high point of my whole life."

   They stopped in the hallway, and kissed.  Cherry heard the front door.
They pulled away, he went into the kitchen, and she headed back upstairs,
thinking.



   --==+==-

   Friday.  Finally.  After school Cherry hurried to coach Odom's room, and
waited for him to arrive.  She'd already pulled her panties off in the
girls room, and placed them in her purse.  She was ready for whatever he'd
take, or give to her.  He finally showed up, and she sat across from him,
her legs spread wide.  She finally had to help her dress up a little when
he wasn't looking, and she could tell the immediate moment when he first
spied her furry little mouse.  He was talking, and he just stopped
mid-sentence, and stared.  She giggled.  Guys.  So predictable.

   She tried to keep the conversation going, but finally gave up.  Finally
he shook his head, and seemed to come back to earth.  He told her the same
things that Mr.  Harmon and Mr.  Dylan had, about what a special girl she
was and all that, stuff she already knew, but she ate it up.  She just
giggled as he stared.

   "Coach Odom," she finally said.  "Lock the door."

   He finally shifted his gaze to her face.

   "Cherry," he said, "I haven't been a coach for that long, well, a
teacher for that long, but I do know not to just jump right into some
things.  I got something I want you to do for me, first."

   She nodded, waiting expectantly.

   "Darlin', you think about it this weekend, you think as hard as you can,
and you make sure this is what you really want.  It's a big step, and I
don't want you to feel like someday you made a mistake.  I want you to want
it, as bad as I do, if we go any further from here.  Does that make sense?"

   She sighed, and agreed with him.  Yes, she'd think about it.  She knew
he didn't know about her past experiences, he didn't know that this was no
real big deal to her, fucking around.  She'd give him what he wanted,
though, she'd think about it.  Then, maybe Monday, they could start where
they left off.  She felt, deep inside, that she'd get some pleasure out of
him before it was over.  Hell, he was a guy.  Guys were no match for her
powers.

   She left, satisfied, in spite of nothing happening.  If this is what it
takes, so be it, she thought.  She headed home.  She had other plans, too.



   --==+==-

   Denise had asked Cherry out that evening.  Well, not a date date, but to
go running around town, cruising, with her older brother.  Cherry thought
it sounded like fun.  She really liked Denise, now, and Denise seemed to
like her.

   They picked her up, and spent a few hours cruising the strip.  Denise's
older brother was named Frank, but everybody called him Farley.  He had a
cool car, and Cherry sat in the middle, on the hump.  He had to put his arm
on her leg, in her lap almost, to shift gears, and that was kind of cool.
She liked him that much already.  And, he was a guy, a normal guy, so of
course he liked her.  She could tell he liked her a lot.  And, she thought,
he's out of high school already, he's not some goofy-ass kid my own age.

   They finally went to the park, and sat around with the other kids,
talking.  Most of the girls there were older than Cherry, but she felt
comfortable with them, she knew she could hold her own.  She finally lay
across the hood of Farley's car, her head in Denise's lap, and just plain
enjoyed herself.

   Denise leaned down.  "Cherry...  will you spend the night with me?" she
asked.

   Cherry giggled.  "Of course, darlin'," she said.  "What you got in
mind?"

   "Special shit," said Denise, "involving your tongue and my pussy."

   Cherry just laughed.  She turned slightly and looked at Farley, who had
the funniest look on his face, having heard all that.  Denise had spoken in
a normal tone of voice.

   Finally Farley spoke.  "What does it take to get in on that?" he said,
and Denise and Cherry both had a fit of the giggles.

   "The initiation fee is two hundred dollars," said Denise.  "and the
paperwork is another fifty."

   Farley got out his billfold, but all he had was a twenty.  He looked
positively sad.

   "Awww, baby," said Denise, "maybe next time."

   "Do you two really make out?" said Farley, his eyes boring into Cherry.

   "Hell yeah," she said.

   "Once or twice," said Denise.

   "And some kissing, too," said Cherry.

   "Yeah, that," said Denise.

   "That is the goddam sexiest thing I've ever heard," said Farley.  "My
sister, my own little sister.  Fuck."

   Cherry met Denise's eye, and nodded at her.

   "Well, Farley," Denise said, "maybe we'll let you watch or something. 
If you buy us some ice cream."



   --==+==-

   The ice cream was delicious.  Cherry wanted to eat ice cream out of
Denise's cunt.  That might be fun, she thought.  She filed that one away
for later.

   It was close to midnight before Farley took them back to his and
Denise's house.  Cherry had called her mom already, and told her she
wouldn't be home.  They went into the house, and upstairs to Denise's room.
Farley followed them closely.  He did not want to get left behind.  Denise
softly shut the door to her room, and clicked the lock shut.

   "Farley," Denise said, catching his eye.  "What happens in here, stays
in here.  No bragging to your friends, if you ever want it to happen again.
Got that?"

   He nodded.  She continued.

   "Farley, for the next few hours, I am not your sister.  I renounce my
sisterhood to you, until about seven o'clock tomorrow morning.  Can you do
that too?"

   "Yes," he replied.  "I am not your brother, until then.  You are on the
pill, right?"

   "Yes," Denise said, nodding.  "Well, children, let's play."



   --==+==-

   Farley was a big goofball, but he was a good fuck, thought Cherry.  And
he had a nice dick.  Not a monster, but nice and fat.  He plunged into her
body, and pumped her to an orgasm in record time, and then another, and
then he was out of her, and into his sister.  It turned Cherry on to watch
the two of them, they kind of circled each other like sharks, and then
attacked.  He pounded Denise good, getting squeals and little yips out of
her, making both him and Cherry giggle.  Cherry wondered if they would
start fucking regularly, now that the ice had been broken.  She hoped so,
it turned her on to know that another brother/sister duo was out there,
other than herself.  Truth be known, she thought, this probably goes on a
lot more often than most people realize.

   She reminded herself to ask Denise if that was her first time.  Denise
had said she was a virgin, she thought, when they'd first played around,
and that was only a week or two ago.  She wondered if Denise had, that
casually, given her virginity up to her brother.  She certainly acted cool
about it if she had.  To go from nothing, to a threesome, her first time?
Interesting.

   They all rested for a while, and then started up again.  Farley ate
Cherry's pussy while Cherry ate Denise's, and then they switched off. 
Denise is just too much, Cherry thought, she was the sexiest thing Cherry
had laid hands on in a long time.  Cherry plunged her tongue into Denise's
sweet asshole, loving it, lapping it up.  Farley tongued her own asshole,
and she wiggled in pleasure.  He was good, this obviously wasn't his first
time.

   They finally snoozed for a while, and then all woke back up for an
early-morning fuck.  Farley fucked Denise doggy-style, and Cherry lay
between his legs, tonguing his balls, while Denise's pussy slid back and
forth on her nose.  These guys are fun, she thought, it's amazing this is
their first time together.  She wondered why they'd waited so long.  Denise
was really coming out of her shell.

   Farley drove her home, and she went back to bed, exhausted.  She got up
that night, but did nothing, and eventually crawled back in bed, too tired
to even finger herself.  The next morning, Sunday morning, she felt
recharged and hyper, and ready to take on the world.  She leapt out of bed,
brushed her teeth, and went in search of something to do.  Or someone.



   --==+==-

   Rex was gone, his room dark.  She finally went to her parent's room, and
her dad was gone.  Her mom still lay in bed, half-asleep, wearing a little
night-gownish teddy thing.

   "Where's Dad?" Cherry asked, crawling up on the bed.

   "Fishin'," her mom said, yawning.  Cherry just crawled right on over,
and took her mom's soft warm body in her arms.  Her mom giggled, and
relaxed, and they lay like that for a while.

   "Mom," Cherry finally said, trying to think of a way to get the ball
rolling, "Mom, I got a weird question."

   "Okay, dear," her mother said.

   "Why is it really...  uhm...  really against the law, still, to make out
with your family?  I mean, we got birth control now an' stuff, no little
three-eyed babies and such..."

   Her mom opened both her eyes, and stared at her.

   "That is a weird question," her mom finally agreed.  "Cherry, darling, I
have no idea.  It's just not done, it's not right or proper."

   "Mom," Cherry didn't feel to guilty about white lies, "when I get old
enough, and start doing sex stuff, I wanna do it with everybody.  You, and
Dad, and Rex and Dennis...  I wanna show everybody how much I love them."

   "Goodness," her mother said.  Cherry waited breathlessly, wondering how
she'd take it.

   "Isn't that what sex really means, Mom?  That you love somebody more
than anybody in the world?"

   "Cherry...  darling," her mom finally said, "That's something to think
about...  and I think I see where you're coming from...  but that's very
serious stuff, and it would change your relationship with the boys, with
your dad and I, forever.  I dunno if I can explain this to you...  but it's
just not wise, darling.  It's just not done, and it's not done for a
reason."

   "Rules are silly and old-fashioned," said Cherry.  She realized that not
only was she hoping to get her mom to thinking about this stuff, this was
really the way she felt.

   "Some rules are, Darling," her mother finally said.  "But, we have rules
for a reason.  Sometimes you should follow the rules."

   Cherry wasn't sure what to say after that.  She just lay there and
hugged her mom, until they finally both got up.  She hoped, though, that
she'd planted a seed in her mom's mind.  That she'd got her to thinking.



   --==+==-

   She rode her bike to Dennis's apartment that afternoon, and told him her
plans for their mom.  He just snorted, saying about all the same things her
father had.

   "Dennis," she finally said, wanting to shock him, wanting to shut him
up. "I got something to tell you that will shock the shit out of you. 
Something that will make you positively flip your fucking lid."

   He regarded her with amusement.  Dennis loved his little sister greatly,
possibly more than anyone in the world, but he thought he knew all her
secrets already.

   "Dennis," she said, staring him in the eye.  "Dennis, dear, I've been
fucking Dad since I was nine years old.  You and Rex were not my first, not
by a long ways.  And I fucked Bo before that, too."

   He just sat and stared at her, his mouth open.  She let him.  She was
amused that he was so shocked.

   "Cherry.  You are just fucking with me."

   "No, Dennis," she said, laughing.  "You know how I am.  You know how
much I gotta have it.  The last time I fucked Dad was about two weeks ago.
We still make time...  for our little private moments."

   "Goddam," said Dennis softly.  "Jeezus.  Goddam."

   "I'll trust you to keep that a secret.  I don't even want him to know
you know.  And he doesn't know I fuck you and Rex.  If he finds out it
stops.  And he doesn't know, yet, that I'm trying to figure out how to fuck
Mom."

   "Oh, jeezus," Dennis's voice had become very faint.  "Oh, sweet jeezus."

   Cherry seized on something she'd wondered about.  Now was a good time to
find out.

   "Dennis.  You like Mom?" she asked.  He nodded.  "Would you like to fuck
her?"

   "Oh, shit," his voice was almost inaudible.  "Yeah.  More than... 
anything...  I've dreamed of that for...  shit...  for years.  As long as I
dreamed about fucking you.  Longer."

   Cherry laughed.  She wasn't jealous.  She understood.  She wanted a
taste of her mom just as bad.  It just seemed so damn impossible, though.

   "Dennis.  I'm working on it.  If she'll ever fuck me, she'll fuck you.
Give me some time."

   He nodded, lost in thought.  Twenty minutes later he'd recovered enough
to pull his dick out of his pants and chase her around his apartment.  She
finally bent over double on the back of his couch, and let him ram his hard
cock into her cunt.  Dennis was fun to fuck, she thought.  Well, Rex was
fun, too.  And Dad, Dad was just too much.  The family that fucks together,
she thought, but she couldn't think of anything that fit and rhymed with
fucks.  She wanted her mom to be part of this, though.  She felt like her
mom deserved it.  If she just wasn't so uptight.  She knew her mom wasn't
uptight about sex, she'd seen her mom and dad fucking more than once, in
the living room after they'd thought the kids were asleep.  She just felt
like it would even things out, or something.



   --==+==-

   Damn.  The next day was Monday, again.  How quickly Monday seems to roll
around.  She trudged off to school, determined to make something special
happen that day, to erase the stigma of Monday forever from her mind.  She
had found out Coach Odom's study hour last week, and she played hooky from
her class and looked him up.  He looked up from his desk, and his face
burst into a smile.

   She locked the door.  She sat in a chair, and regarded him.  He stared
back at her expectantly.

   "Coach Odom," she said, "I thought about what all you said last Friday.
I thought about it all weekend.  And I think I know what I want.  But I
wanna tell you some things first."

   "Okay," he said, nodding.

   "I know this is a big deal with you.  And, true, it is a big deal.  But
it's not my first big deal.  I've done shit like this before, even in
junior high.  I'm good at it, I'm a good fuck, and, like the saying goes, I
don't tell, I don't swell, and I appreciate it like hell."

   He laughed, and she thought he was relieved.  He pushed his chair back,
and came around his desk.  She stood, and they hugged.  His body felt hard,
hard and hot.  God, she thought, he is solid muscle.  This is going to be
fun.

   It was great fun.  He had a couch in his office, and he sat her down on
it, and carefully pulled her panties down her legs.  She spread her legs
wide, and he dropped to his knees, and pressed his face into her crotch. 
Oh, she thought, he's good, he went right to her clit, and she could feel
his hard tongue rubbing it.  She knew she was going to cum in a hurry.

   After she'd had a nice orgasm, he finally stood, and dropped his shorts
to the floor.  She was gratified and pleased at what she saw.  He had the
biggest dick she'd ever seen, as big as some of those guys on the internet.
Oh, jeezus, she thought, I have died and gone to heaven.  She reached for
him, and put her fist around his cock, at the root of it.  She put her
other hand in the middle, right up against her first hand, and then
transferred her first hand to the end, which it almost completely covered.
Cherry was a girl, and had no real conception of inches and feet and
millimeters and such nonsense, but she promised herself later to measure
than one off with a ruler.  Three hands.  His dick was three hands long. 
Jeezus.  She was in love.

   She just slid it into her mouth, and sucked hard.  He almost gagged her,
and she had to pull him out slightly.  And it was so big around, she
thought, her jaws almost hurt.  This guy is wasted in a tiny high school in
podunksville, USA, she thought.  He should be in California, making a
fortune in the porno movies.  Holy shit.

   The coach knew he had an impressive cock.  He wanted to fill her mouth
up with sperm, but he wanted to actually fuck her before he came.  He knew
he'd be able to cum again, with something this sexy on the end of his cock,
but he wanted bad to fuck her before he shot that first wad.  He finally
pulled her up, and she kneeled on the couch, her arms on the back of it. 
He guided his cock to her beautiful little cunt, and spread her wide open
with it.

   Her diaphragm sucked down hard when he pulled out, and she almost gasped
for breath.  God, she thought, he's good.  He's a fucking dream.  He
pumped, slowly, building up speed, and she gasped for breath, and wriggled
on the end of his cock.  It was the best fuck Cherry ever remembered, bar
none.  If only everybody could have a cock like this, she thought.  If
only.

   He finally pounded her insistently, his thighs slapping her ass, and
with a gasping moan he finally came, shooting jizz deep inside her body. 
She gasped, too, and had another nice little orgasm.  He pulled out of her,
and she turned and grabbed his cock, pulling it into her mouth, tasting
both his semen and her juices on his cock.  That was sexy to her, too, and
she slurped and licked him clean.

   "Mr.  Odom," she said, laughing, "I love to be butt-fucked, but you
aren't gonna get to do that to me.  Sorry."

   He laughed, "Cherry, baby, I never get to butt-fuck anybody.  It's the
only disadvantage."

   She cupped his big fat balls in her hand, and stroked his softened cock.
He had a nice, fun dick.  This was turning out to be a great Monday, she
thought.



   --==+==-

   Cherry walked home, alone.  She was actually a little sore, after her
second go-round with the coach.  He was a beast, she thought.  A fucking
beast.  She was glad she'd tried, with him.  She knew he was probably glad,
too.  Hell, she thought, who doesn't like to fuck sweet young things like
me.  A group of boys in a car passed her slowly, some of them leaning out
the window to howl at her.  She ignored them.  Stupid bastards.  If they
only knew what I just did, she thought.  Their silly little balls would
explode.  She hit Francesca's number on her speed dialer.  She had some
stuff to tell that girl.



   --==+==-

   The next day, Cherry asked Denise to walk home with her.  But, she
really had other plans.  They passed within a block or two of the old
junior high, and Cherry acted like she'd suddenly had an idea.  She pulled
Denise to the building, and in they went.  It was pretty deserted, but to
her great pleasure, Mr.  Dylan was in his office.  She wondered if he
stayed late hoping she'd come by.  She also wondered if he had any other
girlfriends.  No matter.

   Cherry had locked the door on their way in, so there wouldn't be any
doubt in Mr.  Dylan's mind about what was going to happen.  She looked at
Denise and giggled, it still hadn't clicked in Denise's mind, she thought.
Denise and Mr.  Dylan were sitting and talking like two old friends, which
is what they were.  Cherry waited until a moment of silence, and spoke.

   "Well, Mr.  Dylan, we had kind of hoped...  for a little entertainment,"
she said, smiling at him.  She knew he knew that she meant.  He knew
exactly what she meant.  He smiled back.  Denise was just now catching on,
and Cherry saw her begin to blush.

   "Ladies," Mr.  Dylan said, "I would love nothing more than to entertain
the two of you.  That would be very special for me."



   --==+==-

   Fifteen minutes later, Cherry had already had a nice orgasm as Mr. 
Dylan ate her pussy, and then she watched him move on to Denise.  Denise
was on top of his desk, wriggling and squirming around as he licked between
her legs.  Mr.  Dylan already had his fat dick out, and Cherry crawled down
under his desk and took it in her mouth.  Mr.  Dylan has a nice dick, she
thought, remembering her weekend with him in the motel room.  We really
must do that again sometimes.  Things like that had gotten much easier as
she'd gotten older, and her parents didn't watch her so closely.  She
wondered if she could work one up with Denise and Mr.  Dylan both.

   Mr.  Dylan finally stood, and Cherry had to give up his dick.  He slid
into Denise, and began to stroke.  Cherry didn't mind, she thought that
since she would be last, she'd get the cum.  Mr.  Dylan always came a lot,
too.



   --==+==-

   An hour later the girls walked home, and Cherry walked Denise on to her
house, when she gave her a goodbye kiss.  Cherry walked back home, deep in
thought.  The deal about her mom was eating her up, she wanted it to happen
bad, she just didn't know how to bring it about.  She wondered if her dad
and mom drank very often, she didn't see signs of it, but she wondered if
her dad could get her mom drunk, if that would free up her inhibitions
enough for something to happen.  Have to ask about that, she thought.



   --==+==-

   When the weekend rolled around, Cherry felt kind of frazzled.  Rex was
begging her for a fuck, and she figured she owed him one, it had been a
while.  Dennis had texted her several times, asking her to come spend the
weekend, and Denise had asked her also to spend the weekend.  Her dad had
even stolen a quick kiss that Friday night, and squeezed her butt, and said
how much he missed her.  Lord, she thought.  Sometimes I'd just like a
little time to myself.  Naw, not really.  She liked being in demand.

   That Friday night, after things had died down and everybody was in bed,
she crept out of her room and down to the garage.  Rex was watching TV, and
he grinned broadly as she clicked the door locked.  He knew why she was
there.  He gave her a nice back rub, smearing lotion all over her, and
finally squeezing and grinding her ass, making her sigh and tremble with
pleasure.  They finally fucked, and he did her justice, and she went to
sleep with her arms around him.  They were both shocked to find her still
there in the morning, but it didn't matter, she didn't even figure her mom
would freak out, if she ever found out.  But, she snuck back to her bed
before her mom and dad were stirring.



   --==+==-

   She spent Saturday night at Francesca's, filling the girl in on all her
recent adventures, and catching up with her.  Francesca had a sex life
about as full as Cherry, but it was all centered around one person, one of
her neighbors.  The guy was at least twenty years older than Francesca, but
what the hell, thought Cherry, if that's what they like, so be it.  Mr. 
Dylan was at least that much older than Cherry.  She walked home Sunday
morning, still deep in thought about her mother.  She just didn't see any
way to make it happen, not at this stage.



   --==+==-

   The school week started out well, gym class, at least, was fun.  Denise
and Cherry even kissed in the showers for a second, after everybody else
had left.  Sensibly, they didn't go any further, though.



   --==+==-

   Lisa was history, Cherry found out, next time she talked to Dennis.  She
immediately began making plans to get him and Denise together.  This might
just work out fine, she thought.



   --==+==-

   Wednesday night she walked Denise to Dennis's apartment, and Dennis took
them out for dinner.  He and Denise seemed to hit it off real well, to
Cherry's pleasure.  The girls promised to return Friday night, and do it
again.

   The only other memorable thing that week was pretty damn memorable. 
She'd told Francesca about her little meeting the other day with Coach
Odom, and Francesca positively would not be happy until she had a piece of
that for herself.  She had made Cherry promise to take her along on her
next get-together with him.  Cherry had told Denise about it, also, and
Denise was just as adamant to meet him.  To be fucked by him, actually. 
So, Cherry made plans.

   That Wednesday, after school, she rounded up her two friends and they
all three went to the Gym.  The coach wasn't here, but his assistant, a
senior named Adam, was.  Cherry made a joke about Adam and Odom, but the
boy didn't think it was funny.  Finally the girls just sat and waited.  The
coach showed up, and he shooed the boy away.  The girls stood, slowly.

   "Coach," Cherry said, equally slowly.

   "Yes, dear?" the coach said.  He was grinning.  He had a pretty good
idea why the girls were there, with Cherry in the lead.

   "I told my friends that you were very nice to me the other day.  They
are wondering if they could...  uhm...  experience some of your special
talents..."

   The coach just laughed.  He wanted this bad, worse than he'd wanted
anything, ever.  But he was pretty nervous.  Fuck three beautiful
sophomores?  Here, at school?  Actually, he realized, it was worth the
risk.

   "Well, ladies," he said, getting up and locking the door.  "Who's
first?"



   --==+==-

   Cherry and Denise let Francesca be first.  Francesca was an odd girl,
very elegant, and very self-assured.  She went right to the coach and
locked her lips on his, and began unsnapping his pants.  Quickly his dick
was free, and Cherry heard Denise draw a deep breath as his semi-hard cock
flopped out.  She just smiled, amused.

   Francesca dropped to her knees, and took the monster in her mouth. 
Cherry had never seen the girl have sex, and had never joined in sex with
her, or even experimented with her.  Although, she told Francesca
everything about her own sex life.  This was a first for her.  She knew,
before the day was out, she'd get a taste of Francesca for herself.  Icing
on the cake, she thought.

   Denise had stripped off her clothes, and joined Francesca, who let the
other girl take over for a moment while she stripped.  Cherry thought, what
the hell, and stripped her own jeans and shirt and bra off.  Francesca and
Denise were licking the coach's cock, one to a side, and playing with his
big balls.  He finally had enough, and indicated for Francesca to crawl up
on his desk.  She did, and lay back, and he slid his big hard cock into her
sweet little cunt.  She sighed with pleasure, and he began fucking her in
earnest.

   Denise went around behind him, and pulled his pants and underwear down,
and began to lick his ass.  She finally spread his butt cheeks, and licked
his asshole, causing him to laugh.

   "Girl," he said, "nobody ever done that before.  Damn."

   Cherry just shook her head.  These girls.  Francesca finally came, loud,
causing the coach to wince, and hope aloud that no one was outside the
door. Cherry and Denise giggled.  The coach let Francesca down slowly,
finally coming to a stop, and Denise helped her down from the desk, and
then crawled up herself.  The coach hadn't cum, of course not, he wasn't an
idiot, and with pleasure he pushed into his second tight pussy of the day.
Cherry didn't feel bad for Dennis, she knew that even if he and Denise hit
it off, they didn't own each other yet.

   The coach and Denise had a nice long fuck, and Cherry drew Francesca to
the couch.  Francesca was covered with sweat, but she seemed really happy,
and giggly.  Cherry finally pulled her hair away from her face, and leaned
down and kissed the smaller girl.  Francesca liked it, and Cherry slowly
reached for Francesca's tits as her tongue probed the other girl's mouth.
Within moments they were all over each other, and Cherry finally got to do
what she'd actually wanted to do a long time.  She sat Francesca on the
edge of the couch, pulled her butt out a little, and kneeled between her
legs.  Francesca tasted good, as Cherry had known she would, and she licked
and lapped to her heart's content.

   They finally heard Denise cumming hard, behind them.  After it got quiet
again, Cherry gave Francesca's cunt one last lick, and stood.  She helped
Denise down from the desk, and crawled up for her turn.

   The coach was tireless.  He was a fucking machine, she decided.  He
pounded away on her, bringing her to an orgasm quickly, and then he just
kept right on going.  She was pretty turned on before they'd started, it
didn't surprise her to have one so quickly.  She knew she'd get at least
one more before it was over.

   Somewhere in the middle of that epic fuck, Cherry raised her head
woozily, to see Francesca and Denise rolling around on the couch.  Damn,
she thought, what little fuckbots we all are.  She knew Francesca fucked
around some, but she didn't know she was so uninhibited.  Denise had sure
lost all her inhibitions in a hurry.  Cherry just smiled, and laughed to
herself.

   The coach was a hell of a fucker.  Damn, he was good.  Cherry wondered
if he had a girlfriend, or hell, even a wife.  She'd have to ask him, next
time they talked.  Well, the first time they talked at any length or depth.
All they had done so far when she came around was fuck.



   --==+==-

   The girls all walked to Denise's house, where they all split up for
their own houses.  They were all pretty well satisfied with the afternoon.
Cherry got home and collapsed on the couch.  Rex halfheartedly tried to
start something up with her, but he got the message pretty quick that she
just wanted to be left alone.  The rest of her week passed pretty
unmemorably, that was certainly the high point.



   --==+==-

   Dennis and Denise went out that Friday night, to Cherry's satisfaction.
She caught up with each of them on her phone, but Denise told her more than
Dennis did.  Maybe he was shy.  Anyway, Denise told her they'd fucked, and
all was well.  Cherry was pleased that Denise seemed to genuinely like him.
Cherry was already planning a threesome with the two of them.  Denise asked
Cherry if she could pretend to spend the night with her Saturday night, and
stay with him instead, and of course Cherry agreed.  Anything for a friend.
She began making complicated plans, involving the three of them.



   --==+==-

   Her mom.  That was really what she was thinking about, most of all.  She
had to figure out a way to get some of these ideas into her mom's head. 
Still, about the only plan she saw any hope for was to get her drunk. 
Crap. Have to think on that one.



   --==+==-

   Cherry lay on the couch in the living room, deep in thought.  Rex stood
at the door for a while, a puppy-dog look on his face, and finally she just
waved at him.  "Tonight," she said, "let me rest a while, and I'll come
down.  Okay?" He smiled, nodded, and left her in peace.  She yawned, and
looked at the time on her phone.  She'd snooze for a while, then go fuck
Rex.  Then go to bed.



   --==+==-

   Cherry Baby 5 : Momma's Little Girl





   Cherry's eighteenth birthday party was quite a celebration.  All her
friends showed up, and even some old friends, and to her absolute surprise,
even her old neigbor Bo showed up to hug her and give her a twenty.  She
hadn't seen him in several years, and he looked almost old to her, now. 
She just gazed at him, and thought, here's what started it all.  She was
glad to get to see him, if even only for a moment.  After he'd gone, she
thought, yeah, I'd do him.  Again.  I'd do it.

   Later that night, she sat around with her family, and they talked,
mostly about the old days.  Her brothers, Dennis and Rex, shared many
secrets with her, and lots of double enteendres passed between them.  Well,
and Denise, too, Dennis's fiancee.  And, of course, her dad.  Her brother
Dennis knew she fucked her Dad, but not Rex.  And her Dad didn't know she
fucked her brothers.  And her Mom didn't suspect that she'd fucked the
whole rest of the family.  Except her Mom.  That was a sore point with
Cherry.  She'd been plotting and planning for five years now on how best to
seduce her Mother, and hadn't been able to come up with anything.  She had
finally almost given up on the idea.

   After everybody had settled in and went to their respective homes and
beds, Cherry snuck out into the garage to Rex's room, and they sat and
talked for another hour before they finally stripped and fucked.  Rex had
grown into a massive beefy beast of a man, and he was fun to fuck, even
though his cock hadn't exactly followed suit.  His years of being Cherry's
personal fucktoy had stood him well, though, he knew how to use what he had
to please her.  And she figured he could please any girl, if he just would.
As far as she could tell, though, he'd never fucked anyone except her. 
That was another thing on her to-do list, get Rex a girlfriend.

   Cherry was a senior at Riverdale high school, and she enjoyed school,
oddly enough.  She enjoyed gym class, and she was on the volleyball team.
The boy's gym coach was her personal friend, and after three years they
still fucked every few weeks, if not sooner.  They'd had many interesting
adventures over the years, and more than a few close calls, enough that
they finally started meeting at a motel for their fuck marathons.  She
still saw one of her junior high teachers on occasion, and still enjoyed
fucking him.  She had a hell of a sex life for an eighteen year old.  She
wondered if the fun would go out of it for some of her stable of men, now
that she was legal.  Nah, probably not, guys liked to fuck.  Legal,
non-legal, what the hell.  Guys liked to fuck.

   And her Dad.  He was still her favorite.  They didn't do it that often,
any more, but when they did it was spectacular.  They'd had a few close
calls, too, but never got caught.

   Anyway, life was fine for Cherry.  She looked forward to going to
college next year, as she understood it college was just non-stop fucking.
It sounded like fun to her.  She didn't have any idea what she wanted to
major in, she just wanted to go.



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   Then next morning she got up early, and wandered into the kitchen.  Her
mother was making a cup of coffee.  They greeted each other, and Cherry
turned down a cup.  Nasty shit.  She settled for milk, and they sat at the
table.  All Cherry was thinking of was her mom.  How can I pull this off,
she thought.  She saw it to her advantage that she was now eighteen, at
least.  As square as her mom was, Cherry was she sure wouldn't fuck around
with kids.



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   < THIS STORY IS NOT FINISHED BECAUSE I AM HIGH-CENTERED AND OUT OF
IDEAS. SOMEBODY TELL ME HOW SHE CAN REASONABLY FUCK HER MOM AND IT STILL BE
REALISTIC.  >



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